Happy Birthday

The twins were officially one year old today. Though both the Missus and I sacrificed a lot during this past year, we can honestly say that every hardship and sleepless night was worth it.

I wouldn't trade fatherhood for anything in the world. Last night was a perfect example. Adam, always a good sleeper, was ready for bed after his bottle. As I carried him up to his room, I patted him on the back, and he patted me on the shoulder as if to say, I love you too, Dad.

Tessa, less of a good sleeper, finally fell asleep on my shoulder. She always fights sleep, struggles and flails against it, until that moment when she surrenders, and sighs a little bit before becoming heavy and limp in my arms. I love that moment.