When I was about fourteen, I remember telling my Mum that one day I was going to have twins.

She told me that in our family, twins had a habit of skipping a generation

and that my daughters would be more likely to birth twins than I.

I guess I broke that tradition.

Today, I am celebrating the birthdays of my first set of squidgy bookends,

their 14th to be precise.

Bookends

because when we were a young family and our bed was full with only little girls

the natural order went;

twin,Mummy, Lily, Daddy, twin

and so bookends they became.

Happy birthday, my gorgeous, growing too fast, bookends.

We’ve grown up together.

You’ve taught me how to be a good Mum and I’ve taught you about life.

I’ll never forget the first time I held you in my arms, the way I felt, the love, mixed in with heady responsibility.

I’ll never forget all of your firsts because they are my firsts too.

Happy Birthday, bookends.

You mean the world.