Dear babies,

Thursday, April 19th was the very first time we ever got to see what you looked like. That was the very first time that we fell in love with you. The moment they put you two in my uterus was the moment that I knew, for those few days (until tests proved otherwise) I was pregnant. We knew what it was like to be parents-to-be. We wanted to do everything right, everything the drs said to do. Not to eat the wrong things, move the wrong way, or do the wrong stuff. Your  mother was very careful at work and didn't lift too much weight, didn't eat anything wrong, and just sat and talked to you daily. You were very much loved and cared for at even 6/7days old. People may think we are crazy for thinking of you as our babies so early on, but that is the closest we have ever bee to parents, in our lives. We enjoyed every moment, every shot, every patch, every itch from the patch, every bit of it!

Tuesday, May 1 was the supposed to be the best day of our life... it was supposed to be the day that we would learn in 9short months you would be making your appearance and we would be forever a family. Sadly, that is not how it happened. At 1:00 we got a phone call, THE call. The call that said "I'm sorry, but you're number was negative and you are not pregnant". That was the hardest day-ever. It was a very rough time. We will never know what you will look like, if you were boys or girls, if you would have had blonde hair or brown hair, what color eyes you would have. What would your names have been? Would have liked them? Would Bella and Vince love you just as much? Were we going to be good parents? We will never know the love of being parents, at least not now. God knew He needed you in Heaven more than we needed you here on earth. He knew that you were loved so much and by so many that you will be missed a lot.

Please know it was nothing that was done by you, or us, but that it was just something that happens. We will always love you and hold you in our hearts.

Mommy & Daddy...