"Today is a very special day in my house. Today the twins, Wyatt and Zoe, turn three.
Three is such a transition year for us. They are not babies any more (although I still slip and occasionally call them that), nor are they toddlers any longer. Now we're entering the world of preschooler, which is both wonderful and terrifying at the same time. If you'll excuse me now, I'll be in the corner pulling on a bottle of JD and alternating between contemplative silence and hysterical laughter on that one.
As the distance grows between this point and what I am now calling their post-birth freakout, I've come to realize--with the clarity that only time brings--that the source of all the grief wasn't what I thought...."