Fourteen years. It has been fourteen years since I became Twindaddy. On a cold autumn day in December of 1999, I became the father of the cutest set of twins in history.
Life has been a whirlwind of tumult since that day. I’ve since gotten divorced, married, and divorced again. We’ve moved more times than I like to admit or can even fathom. They had to go through counseling to help deal with the divorce. They had to go through sexual abuse education after their sister was molested. They watched helplessly as their oldest brother had the police called on him countless times due to his psychotic behavior. They watched through the front door as their mother punched, kicked, and verbally abused me in the front yard numerous times after I left her.
Despite all the shit they’ve been through, they have turned into fine young men. They are courteous and caring. They are helpful and funny. They are intelligent and well-mannered. They adapt well to any given situation.
In short, they are young men I am very proud of. Of course there are times they drive me nuts, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. I enjoy spending time with them. We still wrestle around and play video games and watch movies together. I wish I could spend more time with them than I’m able to.
I look forward to seeing the men they will become, while at the same time missing the times when they were young. I miss playing with them when they were younger. I miss how they used to tell me bedtime stories. I miss how they used to cuddle with me while we watched a movie. I miss how they used to beg me to watch Jurassic Park and then scream for me to turn it off when the T-Rex came on to the screen. I miss their Bob the Builder obsession and how they’d call out the names of Bob’s friends when we passed construction equipment.
Fourteen years. I don’t know where the time has gone. It’s like I blinked and years passed by.
Happy birthday, boys. I love you. Always.