Birthdays and such...

February is a big month for birthdays in the family, with my twin son and daughter on the 8th, and my sister on the 9th. And those, of course, are closely followed by Valentine's Day. The twins actually came home from the hospital on Valentine's Day, not because they were premature in any way, but because their mom was sick as a dog. So, as it turns out, all of the three dates are very special to me.

This year's weather has been very reminiscent of the year that they were born. We were in the middle of one of the worst ice storms Houston had ever seen, noone was supposed to be on the roads because they were all trecherous, and there I was with two big babies ready to be born. I'm really glad we are this far removed from that, but of course, the worries then transfer to all of the grown children having to drive in the bad weather. The worries just change and morph and mutate and whatever other verbs one can think of to mean the same thing. Then we get to be the concerned parent who decides to go ahead and give advice as best we can without hovering... Lest we not, and have something happen that we regret. Parenting is just definitely one of the hardest things in the world. Noone has all of the answers, but we just keep on keeping on.