Three of my beautiful sisters are pregnant, including Annie, my twinnie.
Last night Annie had a miscarriage. She was 13 weeks along.
As soon as she called me, I raced over to her house. (I mean that literally, I got pulled over on my way there. Thankfully the cop was very nice and understanding)
She and her husband had just left for the hospital. My mom was already there, staying with her other 3 kiddos.
Her other children are ages 12, 10 and 8. Oh, my heart just broke for them. After 8 years, they all just assumed this was it for their family. So needless to say, this 4th surprise was so so wanted, and everyone was SO excited.
I'm so glad I was able to be there. I loved on them and wiped their tears. We all cried and prayed together.
And then we played games! Endless games of "I spy", Uno and Go fish.
She started singing "The sun'll come out tomorrow. Bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow there'll be sun. Just thinkin' about tomorrow clears away the cobwebs and the sorrow til there's none. So you gotta hang on. The sun'll come out tomorrow!"
Man, it was hard to hold back the tears.
My precious twinnie is home from the hospital. Now begins the mental and emotional healing.
It is so true that twins can feel eachother's pain. My heart is broken in a million pieces.
But I know she'll get through this, we'll all get through it.
The sun'll come out today.