Today, my daughters turn 4.
They came into the world on the happiest… and most painful day of my life.
My wife passed away during childbirth.

And I stayed. With two newborns in my arms and a shattered heart.

Raising twins alone hasn’t been easy.
There were tears, sleepless nights, diapers at 3 AM, unexpected fevers…
But also: first steps, first “daddy”, double hugs and twice the love.

They’ve taught me the purest kind of love.
They are small, but they give me strength every single day.

Today they turn 4 — and all I wish is for the world to tell them how special they are.
If someone, even from far away, could leave a blessing, a heart, a kind word…

Because yes, their mom is deeply missed —
but their joy fills even the quietest pain.

If you’ve read this far…
Would you wish them a happy birthday?
That would mean more than I can express.