In hind sight, this was ridiculous and put unnecessary pressure on myself. The girls will not remember their first birthday--even though it was exceedingly adorable. The first birthday is more a celebration of survival for some people, like publicly proclaiming, "Look! I didn't harm my child in my bumbling attempts to parent for the first time." But for me, it was an expression of love. I was so proud to be a momma to these girls who not only survived, we had thrived together for a full 12 months! I hope that though they may not remember all the effort I put in, the food I prepared, or the decorations I made that the foundation as a family we created and the resounding sense of love and affection I poured into the party will leave an afterglow that shines around the coming simpler cakes we gather around from here on out.
So here are a few pics from our party!












