They're 11. I'll always buy a magazine with them on the cover.
They were born when my first child, my daughter, was in the hospital with the illness that eventually killed her at four months old. I was watching a lot of TV stuck there in the hospital room and my heart just went out to them, they were just like me, in a hospital, praying for their babies to get off a ventilator and get well.
I'll always know how old they are, because it's the age my daughter would be.
It always hurt to hear people criticize them or second guess their decisions or begrudge them any assistance people sent their way. I saw them as people thrown a huge challenge struggling to do the best they possibly could.
Happy Birthday McCaugheys!

(Nov. 19)