Happy Birfday to dem!

When I was 17-years-old I headed off to college, moving closer to my sister in the process. I was so excited to be near her, to hang out with her, to finally hit the bars with her. There was only one problem (besides the fact that I was obviously too young to hit any bars): She was eight months pregnant.

Wait for it…..

WITH TRIPLETS!

So, she really wasn’t spending too much time in bars or anywhere that wasn’t the hospital bed that resided in her living room. She spent three long months on bedrest, as her teeny body attempted to nourish these three little creatures inside her. When they were born, healthy and beautiful, I remember holding them at the hospital and not being able to describe the feeling. It wouldn’t be until I had my own little girl that I had any idea what that feeling was. Unconditional love.

These amazing kids are the ones that taught me how to be a mother. Being their aunt was the best training I could’ve had for the job that awaited me. And even now, when my own life and family has taken away much of the time I used to spend with them, my heart holds an extra-special place for these kids.

Happy 8th birthday, Tyler, Dylan and Sloan! Please stop growing up, so I don’t feel so old. I love you.