Well, the twins didn't technically have a birthday this year. There was no 29th of February. But my leap day babies turned six anyway even though for once I wished the calendar was right. I love watching these two become such wonderful individuals. They've always been unique. And even from birth we could tell they were polar opposites. From that first night we held twin babies in our arms, amazed at God's grace and the miracle gift they were, we noticed and celebrated their differences. Boston's eyes rarely closed, big and bright and expressive, he studied our faces intently. Astair was content and peaceful, relaxed and trusting in our arms. And now at six, those birth traits have not changed. Boston is all heart and passion and fierce determination. He's an expressive extrovert who has never met a person he didn't love and has a knack for remembering everyone's names. He loves big and deep. Astair is sunny, soulful, and quietly confident. She's independent and creative, strong and kind. She has such a warm and easy manner and quickly befriends people. Every now and then I'll see glimpses of the womb bond they share. Boston will always be Astair's champion. He encourages her, loves to brag on her. And Astair will always be his faithful friend.
For their birthday this year, we decided to have an Art Party. These two love art (and their mama does too) so it was the perfect idea. I let the kids paint the backdrop for the party on a white sheet I bought from the thrift store. And as a tradition, they each got to choose their cake design and I baked my heart out all day long. They helped me make the rice krispy paint brushes and the marshmallow paintbrushes, too. And their daddy cut and whitewashed boards to use as 'canvases' for each guest to paint. It was the perfect day for painting on the lawn.
I really love making memories like these for each of my children. And while I'm still a fan of low key, relaxing family b-days, my kids love parties and I really enjoy decorating and baking and all out celebrating these wildly precious kids of mine. I just recently read a quote that "we have only 940 Saturdays with our children before they graduate" and it makes me treasure these fleeting weekends, weekdays, week-moments with them all the more.
I love you, Boston and Astair! God dreams big for you! Don't ever forget that you're His masterpiece. His work of art, His labor of love.