One year ago, I sat in an operating room, holding the hand of a woman I had just met three weeks ago. It didn’t matter that we were strangers a mere month ago; that day, we were simply two women united as we were about to welcome two precious boys into this world. She had carried and loved them for nine months. I had just learned about them, but they had instantly captured my heart. At 11:58 a.m., we both got our first glimpse of Parker Jensen. Two minutes later, we heard the cries of Campbell Jennings. The nurses placed both boys in my arms and I took them over to her side. Together, we both said how beautiful they were. Two different women, but both mothers to our boys. She will forever be their first mama; she gave them life, cared for them and I see her mirrored in my sons daily. She chose me to be their mama and I get to love and raise them. There isn’t a day that goes by where I don’t think of her and what a privilege it is that she chose me to be their mama. I am so excited to celebrate their first birthday, but my heart has also been a little broken today. Broken for her as I imagine this day looks very different for her. Please say a prayer for her heart to have peace today. Happy FIRST birthday to our sweet boys!