As I sit here watching my girls sleep, I can't help but think of how blessed I am. They are both so peaceful after a long night of ups and downs. I look at Ainsley and wonder what her life will be. I look at Jenn and see such a natural mother who now has her own to nurture. To tell the truth, when I hold Ainsley in my hands and she looks up at me with those big eyes, I can't help but cry and become totally vulnerable. I wonder will I be a good father. I think of my father and wonder, how on earth did he restrain him self from killing me and my brother? The answer, Mom! It was a team effort. If I've learned anything from my parents, its teamwork and working in your strengths makes you both better parents. I only hope I can do it as well as they did. I think the biggest thing that sticks out is the picture in my head I have had ever since that fateful day when the pink stick said yes. I always had a picture in my head of what the baby would look like but not the sex of the baby. I pictured both a boy and a girl and I was very happy. I had a preconceived notion of what the delivery would be like. But when the day came, I was totally wrong on both. The only good thing about that is, even thought the birth was rough, she was healthy, perfect, but most of all, more beautiful and more than I ever could have imagined.
Kasey
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