On my way back home two girls about 10 years old, holding hands, smiling, dressed in matching fucshia dresses walked by me. They were identical twins.
I thought about their mother, did she have to do IVF, did she struggle with infertility, or did twins just run in their family?
I thought about our 7 transfers. I thought about the 7 times that we could have maybe had twins. Maybe identical too. The thoughts that occupied my mind while walking, were of my babies. The babies that I never had, the babies that I long for, the babies I pray and wish for every day.
Maybe, just maybe someday i can dress my girls in fucshia dresses too.