Saturday, January 26, 2008
W: Belated. Beeee-lated. B'lat'd. What a great word. Be. Late. (past tense). Ed. Done and done.
As a twin parent, the word has taken on completely new meaning to me - it describes everything. Me. Christmas presents. Birthday cards. Pediatrician appointments. ("I'm truly sorry, I'm bit belated.")
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Monday, January 21, 2008
D: On this day, one year ago, you joined our family to make it complete. I had no idea what my life was missing, until you arrived. I did not know how it felt to truly surrender. I did not know I could feel such pride. I hadn’t an idea of what self-sacrifice really was. I hadn’t truly known the strength or intensity of my love.
On this day, one year ago, you welcomed us into your world. It has been such a pleasure getting to know each of you and your remarkably charming and distinctly different personalities. From birth, you have been best friends and I have enjoyed watching that friendship flourish. You are always making us laugh, but you especially crack each other up! You love each other as much as you love and need us. As I watch you play and crawl around a room, you are always turning behind to make sure the other is right there with you. In one year, you have taught me more about friendship and family than I have learned my whole lifetime. Even through the difficult times, I thank God everyday that I am blessed with twins.
Today you turn 1 year old and we celebrate the children whom you have become. You are both so strong and intelligent and funny; I am so proud of who you are. Whenever I am with you, you each make me smile for a new reason. In the next year I look forward to learning so much more from you about life, laughter, sheer joy and happiness.
On your birthday, remember that all our friends and family love you and wish you the best birthday two little boys can have. We love you!
Happy Birthday, Deuce!
Sunday, January 20, 2008
One day, less than 24 hours, before I gave birth to the Deuce.
Monday, January 14, 2008
Thursday, January 10, 2008
D: Birthdays are something that I usually look forward to. I love birthdays. I love birthday cake, birthday candles, birthday spankings and of course birthday gifts. I love singing the birthday song as loud as I can and watching the birthday boy/girl squirm with modesty. I have always appreciated that there was one day each year when I was allowed to gush over those who I love, to remind them what they mean to me, and to truly celebrate their life.
My children’s first birthday is just around the corner. Yesterday I was trying to get into the excitement of party planning and headed off to the party store in search of party hats and birthday candles. Yet, it was only after a few minutes of shopping that I found myself standing in the middle of the kid’s birthday isle, holding two big wax candles in the shape of a ONE and I started to cry.
I know I should be eagerly anticipating that delightful day, filled with friends, song, cake and presents. Instead I am left feeling overly sentimental about their birthday... the day my life changed in the most amazing and profound ways. I can’t help but get weepy when I marvel at how incredible their first year of life has been and how lucky we are to have them in our lives. I fondly reflect on our struggles together and the milestones they have achieved. I am also very apprehensive about reaching that goal of one year of breastfeeding and dreading the end of our mother/child connection (that I’m sure will be replaced quickly with an equally lasting bond).
So now I am stuck trying to figure out how I could ever possibly convey to my children how much they mean to me and how much their birthday means to me. And even though our plans for their birthday is to keep things low key, I now realize why parents get all weird and do something ridiculously impractical for their children's birthdays like buying them a pony.