Twins!

Molly gave birth to Connor James and Benjamin Gregory yesterday afternoon. All were healthy and the boys came in around 5 pounds each.  Every birth represents a miracle, a near-encounter with the divine, and this experience equaled (miracle) x 2!  We're all excited to meet the babies and congratulate big brother Jack, dad James and mom Molly. William and I are excited to see them in February when we head to northern California for his ODP water polo tournament.

Of course, William's preparation for ODP (Olympic Development Program) will be hampered due to the huge gaping wound he made in his right foot yesterday afternoon. When I received the news about the twins' birth, I was in urgent care, signing William in to see if he needed stitches.  We emerged two hours later with no stitches, but with a healthy fear of the pool-cover-trolley and - for William - an extremely sore foot. He won't be able to get in a pool for several days, at least, due to the need to fight infection.

From their first breaths onward, our babies are on our hearts and minds, concern for their welfare underlining (and occasionally obliterating) all that we do. Despite Oprah, terrible tweets, and DACA deliberations, my mind cleaves to thoughts of the kids' well-being, and how to ensure it forever.