I’ve been trying to get here to write up a post in celebration of the twins turning one (!!!), but Huck has been sick since Thursday so my arms have been a bit preoccupied.

I’m taking him in to the doctor today- hopefully we’re through the worst of it? We’ve postponed our celebrating until the fever passes, but still my mind has been swirling with all that it means to have hit the first year milestone with these beautiful boys.


On our epic road trip (me, six kids, 11.5 hours in the car. In case you haven’t had a chance to really sympathize yet, I thought I’d mention it one more time) (ahem), we stopped to eat cold pizza at North Cascades National Park, which was startlingly beautiful.

I think we may have gotten more attention than the landscape, though, once I pitched the playpen and dug out lunch. We’re kind of a sight to behold, I guess. :P


Anyway, their turning one has spurred one of those what’s-the-meaning-of-life-and-what-does-this-mean-for-the-world kind of times in my brain right now. Do you have those too? :)

Every once in a while I hear someone say that having twins isn’t all that trickier than having one. I kind of guffaw when I hear that, because that hasn’t been my experience at all.

Having twins is out-of-this world amazing and I’m struck by the beauty and wonder of God’s hand every day while I chase, rock, kiss on, and wonder at the gift of these boys.

But it’s also challenged and stretched me in ways I could never have predicted.

Okay more on that later, when Huck is all better and I can devote some proper attention to writing up a post that really celebrates them for who they are. :)


Happy Monday!

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