On this glorious Easter Sunday, an important event occurred – our twins turned 4 years old! Happy Birthday to our precious, loved baby girls L and K! It was a very low key day as we went to Easter Sunday mass – a full 1 hour, 20 minutes! As expected, the girls were a bit squirrelly by the end of mass…cute as can be, though, in the new Easter dresses they’d received from Lola and Lolo for their birthday.
On this special day, I’m feeling a tad bit of guilt. I’d meant to bring our waffle iron down to Lola’s and Lolo’s house to make birthday waffles in the morning…but I’d forgotten it in the rush of packing on the day we took off on our road trip. T says I shouldn’t worry about it. He agreed it would have been a nice touch before our departure but we really had done quite a bit to celebrate their big day.
Last week, the week before their birthday, we threw a big bash for 22 of their closest friends complete with one hour of hi-energy games, pizza and birthday cake. Farmor and Farfar were able to join in because they were still visiting from Norway. Last night, we enjoyed another birthday celebration with my side of the family in San Diego. Needless to say, they received more than enough birthday gifts.
So, why my guilt? Well, today is their actual birthday and I kinda wanted to do something a little bit special and a little bit different from any other Sunday. I’m sure that part of my guilt is also due to the fact that we had to leave them on their birthday for our week-long romantic getaway. [heavy sigh] But if I really face facts, I would probably have felt guilty anyway. Certainly, they’ll be well cared for surrounded by grandparents, uncles, aunts and cousin. But it’s just that leaving thing. The thought of leaving them at all tends to instill a certain level of guilt…mommy guilt. And I guess that kind of guilt just never goes away.