I have always found my kids’ birthdays to be somewhat magical. I think it has something to do with remembering the day they were born and how it felt to hold and meet them for the first time. I think back over all the firsts we have shared together and how much they have grown in such a short amount of time. Childhood certainly is special.
The twins ended up having a great day yesterday. We had cake and ice cream for dinner, followed by dinner for dessert. We spent a couple of hours swimming at the Natatorium and then came home for cake and ice cream and a late night movie. As I tucked my brand new 6-year-olds into bed, I had the feeling that it was the end of a chapter. In the morning, we would start a new one. Year seven has begun.