AUTHOR: Carolyn Savage | POSTED: February 25, 2013 | COMMENTS: 3 Comments
Last night I was sitting in front of the fireplace, trying to warm up, when the twins came and plopped down in front of me on the giant floor cushion we keep there for winter time lounging. Ever since I bought this cushion (which is really an uber fancy doggy bed) Reagan and Isabella have taken to bouncing on it, rolling off of it, and doing their best toddler impression of the Nestea plunge into it. First to appear was Isabella who loves to “jump-jump”. She crawled on to the giant pillow and started bouncing while singing a song. Soon after, Reagan joined in, but not in a cooperative manner because that just wouldn’t be Reagan. Reagan is an antagonizer. Mischief is in her blood.
Next thing I know they were both on their bellies, but Reagan was on top of Isabella, just ever so slightly. Both were giggling, their arms and legs tangled in a ball. Somehow Isabella got Reagan’s toes in her mouth, but instead of chomping down, she chattered at them making Reagan giggle.
I watched these two one year olds, wiggle and wrestle with one another and thought about how what I was witnessing was just how Jennifer described them during her pregnancy. The handful of times I accompanied Jennifer to an ultrasound, we would laugh at the grainy black and white images that resembled an octopus more than two babies. Reagan was always the more active of the two. Jennifer claimed Isabella was the “laid back one” who didn’t seem to mind taking a kick to the head which was a good thing. Reagan’s feet were almost always in Isabella’s face.
As our eighteen month old daughters continued to play on the floor, wrapping their little bodies around one another’s in fits of laughter, I imagined how generous it was that Jennifer was able to put up with these two monkeys. They weren’t exactly petite infants. With a combined weight of almost fourteen pounds at birth, the discomfort that Jennifer endured to carry them full term was challenging. She was on a mission, though. It was important to her to deliver us two healthy daughters. And that’s just what she did.
What a gift.
Today is Jennifer’s birthday.
I wish we didn’t live so far away, because it doesn’t seem right that our girls can’t celebrate with her in person. Since an eight hour day trip with one year old twins would probably get me permanent membership into the insane hall of fame, we have to celebrate Jennifer’s special day from afar. I’ve written before about how important it is to us that Reagan and Isabella not only know what Jennifer did for them, but that they know Jennifer. She will always be a part of their life. She played a role in their existences that will never be taken for granted. I think it’s a good lesson in gratitude for them. We are so grateful and eventually, as they grow older, they’ll share in our thankfulness.
When the girls were born, Sean and I gave Jennifer a charm bracelet. The bracelet had nine charms, one for each month she carried them, and each charm had significance. Since their birth, we’ve added a few charms, and for her birthday this year, Mary Kate helped me pick out a fairy charm. Explaining to MK that this bracelet was for Jennifer (and not for her as she is currently obsessed with everything “fairy”), MK assured me the fairy charm was the right choice. “She’s their fairy God mother, mom. This is a fairy God mother charm.”
How perfect and true.
Sean and I are so incredibly lucky to have Jennifer as a part of our lives. It’s amazing to me that we were even able to find a woman with such a compassionate heart. After only a handful of emails, Jennifer was willing to hop on our crazy train that included a meeting at an Indiana Dairy Queen, four embryo transfers, one miscarriage, two trips to Atlanta, two trips to New York, three trips to Las Vegas, two appearances on the Today Show, and a long and challenging pregnancy during record Indiana heat. There’s not a doubt in my mind that she was heaven sent.
So, yeah…the fairy god mother charm was perfect.
Not a day goes by that I don’t point to her picture in our nursery and tell Reagan and Isabella who the woman holding them is. If they grow up thinking Jennifer is their fairy God mother, that would be perfect. She’s made all of our dreams come true. Plus, not many children can say that they have one. We are lucky to have her in their lives.
Happy Birthday, Jennifer. We love you!