I lost my dad when I was 25, he was 61. I lost my mom when I was 26, she was 60. I had two miscarriages at 30. Got pregnant again at 31 and had twins. I felt so incredibly sad not having them there to go though it all with and that my kids would never meet them. But I see so much of them in my babies every day. I don’t know what I believe spiritually. If my parents came back as my twins. If the two babies I lost were the same souls who wanted to come into this world together, so they waited for one another. Whatever it is, now that they’re here - I know this is what was supposed to happen to me. Not saying my parents passing is what I wanted to happen. But that it was somehow always in the cards for me. It’s hard, but I know they’d want me to be happy. For myself and my kids.

The hardest part was once I felt my love for my own babies, I truly understood my parents love for me all the years. And not being able to talk to them about that was really hard.

I highly recommend picking a special grandparent name for her. Like my husbands mom is grandma, so when I talk about my mom to my babies, I call her grammy. Husbands dad is poppa, My dad is gramps. My babies are only 8 months but in the future I feel like this will help my kids honor my parents memory.