The twins are one year old and I honestly can't even believe we survived an entire year. It seems like it went by SO fast, but SO slow all at the same time. I don't even know how that is possible. The fact that they are one now has been really hard for me. I didn't think that I would take it this hard, but I feel like I am already mourning their infancy. Because there was two of them and they were really difficult babies I don't feel like I got to really soak up those moments when they were babies. It was complete chaos and survival and I was barely keeping my head above water. Most days I still am. That's really hard to be ok with when I know they are my last. I feel robbed just a little bit. So I think as things continue to progress, grow, and change I have to try to do better. To enjoy more. Worry less. Stress less. To breathe in those moments and let it soak in. I won't ever do this again. These babies are my last. Ahhh....so hard.
We celebrated with cake for the girls. They were so funny about it. Irie picked up her entire piece and shoved it in her mouth. They really are so much fun. They are at one of the best ages ever. We all adore these little twincesses and I can't imagine our home without them. I know they were meant to be ours. Even on the hardest days they are worth it and I would do it all over again.
Let It Be Sunday, 125!
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