Sunday, September 1, 2013
Nine years ago today this happened.
There is no greater way to illustrate my view on the nature versus nurture debate. At less than two hours old Mary had kicked out of at least three swaddles, eyes wide open. The nurses were baffled, "we have never seen a baby get out of these so well". Jack and I were so proud. Look at our little one, already amazing people with her strength and character. We now know what the nurses were really saying, "hold on people, you are in for it". We had no idea.
And our Kate, so happily bundled up, sound asleep, wanting nothing more than to be left alone to ponder the questions of the universe, or at the least, "what the hell has happened here?". Kate sleeps with a pillow pet on her head, quilt to her neck, a self imposed bundle of soon to be nine year old. Mary sleeps on her head.
Last night, as I wrapped up preparations on pre-birthday dinner, Jack brought out the iPad for some dinner music. The girls were setting the table. "Katy Perry!" and "Vivaldi!", at the exact same time. We dined with old jazz.
We had no idea what was in front of us, we still don't, but we enjoy every day of discovery. Happy birthdays my sweet girls, celebrate in your very own way, making your own kind of music. It's all beautiful.