I’ll never forget the day I told My Man that we were having twins.
We were in the process of building our home, and we knew we were expecting a baby. I had just been to my eight week check-up with my obstetrician. My Man didn’t go with me because he was helping our contractor and friend with the house.
The house was framed but didn’t have any insulation boards up yet. To tell you the truth, I can’t even remember if they had the frame for the roof up yet.
I was all smiles as I got out of the car. I had the sonogram picture in my hand. This was in the days before cell phones, but even if I had one then, I probably still would have waited to tell him in person. I wanted to see the look on his face.
We sat down on the stairs or what would be our stairs. The breeze was blowing gently as, I showed him the picture. He couldn’t tell anything about it so he asked me to explain it to him.
I pointed to the left of the picture and said, “This is the sack and this is the baby.”
He looked to the right of the picture and said, “What’s this?”
I said, “That’s the other sack and this is the other baby!”
“We didn’t build the house big enough!”
So began our adventures with twins. We had no idea if they were boy/boy, girl/girl or boy/girl. We didn’t care.
I was excited!
My Man was stunned!
We were truly blessed!