Last night was the scariest and most wonderful night of my life, second only to Madeleine's birth. I knew the twins would be early, but I never anticipated going into labor in the middle of The Broken Piano. Eric was a state and Esna walked right into it all. Both got me home safe and the boys arrived at around three in the morning.
Heavens help me. They look so much like their father, but they are happy and healthy. For now, I need to rest. Then I will reconcile what has been broken.
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