Dear God,
Our eyes have never seen a sight so exciting, so divine.
We're blessed not once but twice, It seems no
wealth can be compared to ours.
We have double work, double cries,
double pairs of adoring eyes.
We have double diapers to wash, double chores to do
but also double mouths that kiss and coo.
We have double feedings, must plan a double meal,
but also double pairs of tiny hands to feel.
We have double trouble, as we have said before , but
something this wonderful is worth working double for.
So, God in conclusion, we must confess
we feel very honored with our special gifts.
The twins you have sent us lets us know that you think we are
doubly special too.
We Thank You , We Thank You!
Signed,
Double Blessed Mother and Father of Twins
There's two to wash, there's two to dry,
There's two who argue, there's two who cry.
One's in the mud, having a ball;
The other holds a crayon, another marks a wall.
Some days seem endless; my patience grows thin.
Why was I chosen to be a mother of twins
The answer comes clear at the end of the day,
As I tuck them in bed and to myself I say:
There's two to kiss, there's two to hug,
And best of all - there's two to love.
Twenty fingers and twenty toes
Two pair of eyes and a set of cute little noses
Two hearts beating in unison
form this double bouquet of mother's roses.
Two hungry babies
Two piercing screams
Two perfect little answers
To all of our dreams.
Double the bottles
Double the toys
Double the diapers
And double the joys.
Four little legs to follow along
Four little feet to fill Daddy's shoes
Four little hands to hold in our own
Four little eyes to watch our every move.
Two little people to nurture and grow
Two little minds with their own will.
Two heads locked in love and battle
our very own little Jack and Jill.
A set of worried parents
try to fulfill the every demand
Of two little souls
and four tiny hands
Our Life Before Birth
Katie's 1st Diary Page
Zack's 1st Diary Page
Our Family Page
