Oh the memories

We got bunk beds for the girls yesterday. Sleeping has been a challenge for them since they could climb out of their beds. Always claiming "I can't sleep." I'm sure they hadn't even tried.

Tonight I sat in their room trying to help them transition into the newness of it all. They chose to sleep together in the top bunk. Ava fell asleep quickly and as usual Olivia was the last to fall asleep.

I had a different perspective of them. If I stood on a tiny footstool I was just a little bit above them, just like when they were in an isolette in the NICU. The next thing I knew I was crying. The days of watching them breathe, waiting to put clothes on them and even asking for permission to hold them came flooding over me. It was 87 days for Olivia and 62 days for Ava in the hospital and every day seemed like an eternity. Olivia will be 6 next month followed by Ava turning 5 in February. The days that followed at home have flown by so quickly.

The things I take for granted today: kisses, hugs, smiles etc are the very thing I longed for and it seems just like yesterday.

They have both come so far and I want to thank Jesus for every single day!