Hello everyone!! I hope you’re all having a beautiful day! I’m so happy to be a “guest writer” on the blog today!! I first want to say how much I love all of you and how much I appreciate your kindness! To all of you who take the time to write such sweet notes to me or say hi when you run into me in Target or Walmart, thank you from the bottom of my heart! I see all of your messages to me on the vlog and on my Instagram and Facebook and I cry every time I read them! You’re all so sweet and I wish I could give you all a hug! Thank you for supporting my brother’s family and for loving the girls and for loving all of my family! You’re all so amazing!
I wanted to write today about when the girls were just a few days and weeks old. The minute the girls were born, they held a special place in my heart. I was actually in Idaho the day they were born. I was with my little brother Oakland visiting some family, and you can ask him, I (hysterically) bawled my eyes out when my mom called me and told me Ashley was giving birth and I realized that I wasn’t going to be at the hospital to see the girls right after they were born! I cried for a good two hours. But with a little consoling from family and an episode or two of One Tree Hill, I pulled myself (somewhat) together. I came home the very next day, got ready, and went straight to the NICU! The moment I saw Indie, Esme, Scarlett, and Evie, my heart swelled four times it’s original size and I knew that the those sweet little girls would change my life. I remember looking at their tiny bodies, that had so many cords and other things helping keep them alive attached to them, and just knowing that there was no explanation for them all being alive and well, other than a Miracle from God. As I went around to each of the girls’ incubators, I was overwhelmed with love and gratitude to Heavenly Father for the miracle He had allowed our family to have, and I felt so blessed that these sweet angels were my nieces. I could barely bring myself to speak as I stood there crying and staring at these beautiful girls, and knowing that they would bless so many lives. I loved them so much already.
While the girls were in the NICU, I loved being able to go down there and see every little milestone they were hitting. It was so incredible to see them grow, and hit so many goals that would soon allow them to graduate the NICU. I remember one particular time, when my mom and I had gone to visit them at the NICU, I was holding Scarlett, and I was singing primary songs to her. As I was softley singing to her, she smiled so big at me. That was the first time any of them had smiled at me directly, and my heart melted. As she smiled at me I could hear the soft whimpers of the other three girls nearby and just felt so blessed to be apart of their lives. I’ll attach the photo of that moment here!
Those days were so precious to me and I’m so grateful I was able to be one of the few people able to see them in the NICU, those moments will forever be so special. Flash forward nearly three years, and the moments I spend with “the durls” are just as precious. Now they can say my name, well close enough, they call me “Ma-son.” They tell me they love me over and over again and they give me “loves” and a big kiss every time I leave their house. They always ask me to “hold you” and they “I want sit by you Ma-son” every time I eat a meal with them. They are so sweet and they truly love with their whole hearts. How amazing it is to be a witness of four little preemies fighting for their lives in the NICU, and now to see them grow into four healthy, happy, sweet, and sassy toddlers. Being an aunt to 9 (almost 10!) kids is something I thank Heavenly Father for everyday. They bring so much joy into my life and I truly believe that I wouldn’t be the person I am today without each of their tender hearts!
I hope you all enjoyed reading this blog as much as I enjoyed writing it! Let me know what else you’d love to hear about from my perspective! Xoxo, Madison/Hugsy
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