20+20=40

I will never forget the moment my eyes locked onto the clear blue eyes of my firstborn, 20 years ago today, as the nurse held her close to my face. I couldn't touch her; was strapped down in classic-miserable C-Section style... but she was held close enough for me to kiss and bless and say, "I love you."
A couple minutes later my heart was multiplied with love again as I looked into the equally blue eyes of another perfect, tiny baby girl. Kissed. Loved. Doubly blessed.
My world would never be the same for now two parts of my heart would forever be walking outside of my body!
Within a few years, another daughter and a son joined our family.
The mystery of birth and life and a mother's love.

Today, my girls are 20 years old and spending their first birthday ever apart.
One here at home preparing to leave for school and missions in Australia, the other in Kenya, Africa on missions outreach.
They've always been one another's closest friend, whether they knew it or not.
They are very different in many ways, but have many of the quirky 'twinny' similarities known to twins.

I am unashamedly proud of them. They have surpassed me when I was at their age with their wisdom, character, maturity and wholeness.
I am undeservedly honoured to be their mother.
I am unwaveringly committed to supporting the call of God in their lives.
I am eternally grateful for the Father for entrusting them to my husband and I to raise with roots in Christ, and now with Wings to go where His Spirit directs them.

Happy Birthday, girls!