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I wake up with the lingering feeling of a delicious dream on my skin. Something about spring, about simple joys and open eyes. I rise slowly, make my coffee just as strong as I want, because it is, after all Saturday. I pace around my telephone, check again so that I didn't miss a beep. And then, at last, there it is.

They were born at 10:30 last night.

And while the world is busy bursting forth with new leaves, new flowers, new songs and new hope, two little lives join in the madness. Two boys so many years longed for, so eagerly awaited, were born one Friday night in spring.

Life is magic. It's a beautiful thing.