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This Day....

I don't know how to begin this post...but I guess that an admission of uncertainty is a beginning in and of itself.  This day, this date represents so much of my recent history.  Three years ago today, my Baylor died.  Losing her was like losing my best friend.  Some may say that's extreme.  But so am I.  I have no gray in my life.  It's black or white.  I love completely or not at all.  And I loved Baylor with my all.  Baylor died on March 17, 2009.  Harper's due date was March 17, 2010.  And so in different world, (note I didn't say perfect) I would be holding my little girl.  And just because she never took her first breath, doesn't mean that I don't love her.  Because I love her completely.  Her moment in time may have been brief but her legacy endures.  She changed me.  She humbled me.  I had to walk through the darkness to appreciate the light.  And that light shines every day now.  So bright.  

And my heart is full.

Harper at 18 weeks

And Happy Birthday to Grandma :)

1 year corrected

March 8 was my official due date.  So yesterday the babies were officially 1 year old.  I have moments of sadness, albeit briefly, when I think of their birthday.  And how nice it would have been to have a spring birthday.  As opposed to the dead of winter.  How many more options for birthday parties we would have.  But then my rational side slaps me into graciousness and I realize that parenting and (life for that matter) isn't about the expectations that we have.  Rather it how we handle what we have been given.  So they have a winter birthday?  Well....what better way to brighten a dreary winter day than the celebration of two blue eyed sprites?

Not too much is happening lately at our house.  It seems as if we are entering a period of grace.  Everything is just easier.  (I am knocking on wood right now :))  The babies are good.  Certainly they are demanding, especially at dinnertime.  But they play now not only with toys, but with each other.  And it is absolutely adorable.  In the mornings, I will hear them talking to each other.  So very quietly I sneak into the nursery and watch.  Even now, writing this down, brings tears to my eyes.  As I watch them I feel as if I am witnessing something so grand, so divine, so out of my control.  I marvel at the relationship of brotherhood blossoming.  And I know that if I continue to nurture it...it will thrive.

Neither baby is walking yet.  They still scoot furiously on their butts.  And their preference for travel is still in my arms.  And at this point...I wouldn't have it any other way.