After the longest 10 minutes of our lives (between calls from India, first telling us that Janki had gone into labor and then hearing that our babies were born), these have been the longest 36 hours.
Walt Disney was wrong! It's not a small world after all. Delhi is a freaking long way away. (I probably just condemned the Twinkies to a life of purgatory in Epcot after criticizing Walt Disney. Seriously, Epcot? Really? What are you supposed to do there?!)
But my flight leaves this morning and I'll get to see the babies soon. Prepare them for when their Daddy arrives on Friday. Jeff's *stuck* at a conference he's organizing in DC. If you tune into C-Span, you might even see him. I guess that someone has to save the world.
By the way, we have to give the Twinkies credit. Their timing is absolutely impeccable. For an entire year on the calendar in both directions, there were only three days that Jeff could not change his schedule. And, of course, the babies pick the start of that time to be born. We assume that it's a sign of things to come.
In fact, I just realized that their timing is even better than I imagined. I arrive at 1:15 am the morning of Republic Day in India, a national holiday. So, everyone has the day off work and none of the government offices will be open. Truly, truly devious little tykes.