There's something so introspective about birthdays. When they are your babies' birthdays, it's even amplified.
You can remember the first time you saw them. The exact moment when your eyes and hearts locked simultaneously. You can recall their first laugh, the way they felt against your skin, the worry, fear and complete astounding joy that came along with bringing them home, when you knew they were yours forever.
There's something sweet and so incredibly emotional about watching your baby huff and puff at each year's candles a top a cake too. You know?
Our youngest baby is a whole handful now. I can hardly believe it. The smoke from his candles proved just that as their dark smoke swirled and whirled and danced a pretty celebratory jig with the air today. It was almost the loveliest dance of the day until I scooped him up in my arms, close to my heart where he belongs, and whirled him around the yard tonight while the sun shone down on us.
Birthdays mean more than they use to. They don't just mean the arrival of a new number, not to Mamas. Nope. Instead they mean the completion of a new year and the locking away of a million beautiful memories to archive until you need them most. When they are small enough to fit on your lap and in your arms, beside your heart, where only you can recall where you first grew together. ✨