It was June. Our family of seven crowded around the candles… and blew. Spencer and Gordon were one year old! Beyond the regular birthday fanfare, this celebration was a big hurrah for survival.
I watched the boys race through the kitchen – crawling in tandem – their little bottoms swiveling with speed and I smiled gratitude. We survived one whole year with “five under five” and we’re still standing. A little off-balance and slumped over, but standing. Any twin parent will tell you – “the first year is the hardest.”
We opened presents. A sock monkey-in-the-box, race track from the girls, and ride-on giraffes from Grandma Nae and Poppa Jim.
Footballs from Dad. Spencer’s a pretty good catch.
Then we finished with the traditional cake bash. A huge piece of cake for each boy to tackle on his own. They didn’t waste much time.