At family dinner, i said: “i’m about to give birth…

We could barely afford one baby. Our apartment was small. Caleb’s firefighter salary was steady, but modest. My medical billing job paid the bills, but twins meant double everything. But all I felt was joy.

That night, Caleb wanted to call everyone. Tell the world. Tell my parents. I stopped him. Not yet, I said. Why not? I couldn’t explain it then.continue reading …