To my Twinkies

I am going to the Roach's for Christmas in Gville in the am and therefore I am missing my Twinkies birthday party. I feel awful but I can not be in two places at the same time. I feel almost as bad as when St.Vincents would not let me into the NICU to see them when they were born. I couldn't stand it. They let grandparents in but not aunts and uncles. I remember telling sister, if Wesley talks some cute nurse into letting him back, I will be so mad. I tried to pull Social Worker strings but I never got back. Instead I was stuck in Medical Intensive Care with sister who could not see or breathe. She wasn't alot of fun and I was dying to see my nephews. She wanted to see them too and I brought her a Polaroid the Social Worker gave me and we taped them to her bed. But sister's eyesight was gone due to the overdose of Magnesium they had been ingesting her with to stop labor. I look back on the day Shep came home. He was soooo sweet. Everyone kept saying, wait till Wynn comes home. He is a pistol. I find it even more amusing Wynn wasn't a good feeder and had to stay in the NICU longer. I guess Wynn learned a thing or two about eating when he was there because now I would consider him a constant feeder. People keep telling me the twins won't miss me tomorrow but they will. They will even ask if I am coming and why not. It breaks my heart. I prayed them into this world. I even took them there woo-woo's(lovey) to the NICU when they were born and started that attachment. So to my favorite Twinkies: Hey Big Pooh and Hey Shepin, I can't believe 3 years ago I was begging to see you and here I am today doing the same thing. I love you and Happy Birthday.