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.
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