The girls’ second birthday is tomorrow.
Last year this time, I had been crying for days already. I can’t quite explain it, but I’m sure most moms understand.
For me, I was thinking about those last few weeks of pregnancy, how I wish I’d had my feet up more, and what I might have been able to do to keep the girls cooking just a little longer.
I was thinking how quickly the past year had flown, and hoping I hadn’t been too caught up in the tedium and missed some really special moments.
Last year, our girls were still babies, and I knew they wouldn’t stay that way for long.
So far this week, I haven’t shed any tears.
Part of it is that I know by now I can drive myself crazy with the “what if’s” and “woulda-shoulda-coulda’s”, and I avoid thinking about certain topics altogether.
But I think the bigger piece is that this past year has been pretty amazing, and I remark so often that it just keeps getting better every day.
For the most part, our girls aren’t babies anymore. They are little girls. They are full of song and dance and letters and numbers...hugs and kisses and cuddles and snuggles...walking hand in hand and exploring the world. I feel like every day I’m glimpsing the future, and I just love the thought of what it holds.
I can’t say I won’t cry tomorrow…when the clock strikes 9:47, and then again at 9:49…when I think about those magical moments that changed my life forever.
But if I do, I know they’ll be tears of joy and thankfulness.
Happy birthday, baby girls! It’s been an amazing year, and I’m looking forward to many, many more.