Okay, spoiler alert about the world…
It didn’t end on Saturday.
I’m now going to be giving a lot of spoiler alerts because a reader was upset I let it slip that Tim Riggins is in prison on “Friday Night Lights.” The sad part is NBC really missed an opportunity here to show a hot, sweaty, shirtless Riggins working on a chain gang. But anyway, I promise to not reveal any more FNL secrets in case some of you are not caught up on the show.
Man, wait til you see Tami Taylor hooking up with Buddy Garrity.
Seriously – that was the last one.
So the world didn’t end.
Which I’m kind of glad about. Especially because it was the twins’ 1st birthday.
And you know it’s a really sucky birthday if the world ends.
We gave them cake for the first time.
Cake is so awesome.
We got the rare chance to take a family photo…
Hold on a second. One, two, three, four, five… Where is Summer?
Oh there she is… sulking and refusing to be in the photo. Someday I’ll ask her why.
This weekend, I felt the words of Anna Quindlen echoing in my ears…
“But the biggest mistake I made is the one that most of us make while doing this. I did not live in the moment enough. This is particularly clear now that the moment is gone, captured only in photographs. There is one picture of the three of them, sitting in the grass on a quilt in the shadow of the swing set on a summer day, ages 6, 4 and 1. And I wish I could remember what we ate, and what we talked about, and how they sounded, and how they looked when they slept that night. I wish I had not been in such a hurry to get on to the next thing: dinner, bath, book, bed. I wish I had treasured the doing a little more and the getting it done a little less.”
I did not try to create the perfect birthday weekend. Instead, I wanted to really pay attention to these magical beings that are always spinning around me.
I let Chase and Harlowe suck on lollipops for an egregiously long time.
I listened to Dylan tell me about snails and how if you hum to them, they will come out of their shells. Then I listened to Summer tell me the exact same story. I now know a lot about snails. And humming.
I patiently watched Summer put an entire box of candles on the twins’ cake with great big sister pride.
I listened as the girls pranced into the twins’ room at 6:30 in the morning to sing them “Happy Birthday.”
I tried to treasure more.