Another year older...

I have been a TV reporter, a producer, a teacher and now a marketing exec. I have loved all of these jobs. But all my life, truly as far back as I can remember, there was one job I wanted. To be a mom. And that is the job that continues to give me the greatest joy. I cannot imagine a more rewarding, worthwhile, exhausting, terrifying, maddening and/or exciting job. Nine years ago, all of my dreams came true. I was married to my best friend. And together with good friends waiting to smoke cigars, we welcomed the most amazing little men into the world, changing our lives forever. Nearly six pounds each, 5 weeks early, perfection swaddled in blankets. They changed the very fabric of our beings! In nine years, we've experienced so much utter amazement as we've watched them grow into these neat young men. I am so very sad that time continues to move so quickly as I long for the days that I could just hold them, one in each arm (I'm convinced that's why God gave me two) and snuggle them close to me, whispering that I loved them more than all the fish in the sea, all the stars in the sky... Yet I greet tomorrow as they bask in their birthday glow with excitement for our future. A future paved with it's share of excitement, challenges, fun and frustration. We will take it all. One moment at a time and treasure their youth as long as it lasts. Max and Porter ... Happy Birthday. We love you more than all the sand on the beaches, more than infinity.