Photographs of our twin daughters, once a week, every week, this 2014.

Of course they won’t remember, but me and my husband? We sure will.

Those days we excitedly waited for their arrival, not knowing how much our lives were going to change.
That beautiful November morning we finally took them home from the hospital.
The nursery that we lovingly put together, which, after just a few months, turned into a walk-in closet of their endlessly growing amount of clothes and stuff.
Those looong nights and extended bedtime routines that, I’d like to think, made better human beings out of us, LOL.
And every moment in between that we never got to capture in photographs.

Oh how much we were changed in that house, from the time we moved in to the day we moved out. How much we have grown, from two clueless kids to a family of four in an instant, and how much God sustained us each step of the way.

So this is it. The last set of photographs from that garage. The last remaining photographs for this 52 Week Project are now taken in the new house, which for me marks the beginning of a new chapter in a way.

A special thank you to Ninong Nory and Ninong Dave, for extending their blessings to us with our first-ever home. We’re forever grateful. Thank you po.

More about Project 52 here. View all posts in this blog series here.

Photographs of our twin daughters, once a week, every week, this 2014.

The first set of photographs were taken on a Sunday morning, freshly bathed, before we leave for church. The next set of photographs were taken in the afternoon of the same day, all sweaty from playing and running around. Toddlerhood is such a riot!

Around the time these photographs were taken, most of their toys were already in moving boxes, and the girls were out playing in the garage more often than usual. They won’t remember it, but someday I’ll tell them stories about that place and how happy we were watching them grow from needy premature babies to toddlers who would pull our hands to the garage and then let them go, so that they can freely run around while we watch from a few feet away.

It’s not a walk in the park, transitioning to a new place, stretching our budget to meet the growing needs of our little family, raising toddlers not knowing exactly if we’re doing it right. But it’s true what older people used to tell us—you’ll really do everything, endure anything, for your children. Every. Thing. 

Just like what our Father in heaven would do for us.

A line in the book I’m currently reading goes,

“No sea is deeper than the ocean of His love. There is no army stronger than His hosts, no force greater than His throne of grace, no enemy who can overcome His direct and indirect work in our lives.

The reality of the Red Sea, in a word, is this: God will always make a way for His tired, yet trusting, children, even if He must split the sea to do it.”

~Robert Morgan, The Red Sea Rules

To be continued.

More about Project 52 here. View all posts in this blog series here.

Photographs of our twin daughters, once a week, every week, this 2014.

And so it began, the last few photo sessions with that wall in the background. We didn’t have an open garage in our new place, which means we have to take them outside the compound to get some sunlight. I’m really missing that open space, although with a bigger space inside the house, I doubt if the girls notice the difference.

A quick update on the twins’ milestones: Rain loves playing ball, and Dawn loves playing on puddles. Rain likes conversations, and Dawn communicates better through songs (so yes, we have to sing quite a lot around here). Where are the premature babies we took out from the hospital some two years ago, we always find ourselves asking. The days are slow, but the years are like, gone in a blink.

To be continued.

More about Project 52 here. View all posts in this blog series here.