While eating pizza, playing Skee-ball, and being pulled from one game to the next, I tried to mentally compose what I would write tonight about the twins' birthday. I wanted something fluid and moving about this day, the seventh anniversary of the end of my struggle. I'd feel my creative direction begin to gel, but then I'd spot Kyra's new front teeth and her twisty ponytails or I'd hear Jaiden's characteristic maniacal wide-mouthed laughter, and the words, which would never be good enough anyway, would float away. How can this feeling be verbalized? Joyful is a start. Humbled is a part. Grateful is the whole, and yet it's not all. At peace is closer, yet still…it's ineffable. Deliverance, maybe. Whatever it is, drops me to my knees and makes me want to cry quiet tears of gratitude, enough to wash away all the past tears of angst.
Jaiden's favorite TV shows are Unwrapped, Semi-Homemade Cooking (with Sandra Lee, he insists), Good Eats, and Tyler's Ultimate. How many 7 year olds prefer to watch FoodTV over Cartoon Network? Kyra is penning her first book: The Adventures of Farty McPuff-Puff and His Flatulent Frog. I realize that they are quickly following in my nerd herd footsteps. These quirky, intelligent, shit-your-pants funny kids of mine are worth every battle scar.