My children Maddie and Sammy turn one on Saturday. When I step back to reflect on the year, I have a number of emotions:
amazed – that we all made it through the year unscathed (let’s not count the five ear infections they both had, croup, the flu and numerous colds)
startled – I can’t believe the year is over, wasn’t it dragging on forever just last month?
happy – I love my long-awaited for and much dreamed of family
sad – that I wished any of the time to go by faster; there were times that I wanted to wave a wand and just get to age four
surprised – that I seem to have less mommy guilt, than I did three and half years ago when my daughter turned one.
awakened – to milk joy from every single minute we all have together
inspired – to take more photos and videos and to chronicle milestones more aggressively
grateful – to the village that helped our family during this last year (lots neighbors who made us dinner, grandmother who lived with us for the first two months, grandparents who became permanent fixtures until they left for Florida for the winter, a benefactor who gave me all her twin gear, co-workers who dealt with my sleep deprivation, friends who showered us with love and gifts, Midnight Moms who got me through the first three months, our nanny who is now a member of our family and of course most importantly to the random people who came up to me (as I pushed a ginormous stroller with two small babies) and ask if they are twins.)