February – the shortest month of the year, and yet the most significant month for me.

February is the month all 3 of my kids were born. Weird, right? First one at the very end, the day that only exists every 4 years, one in the middle of the month, and the youngest at the beginning. Definitely weird.

February has always been about celebrating my kids. How they’ve grown and changed – the physical changes, the style changes, the personality changes – celebrating the wonder that was each of them. And the parties – oh, how many birthday parties there were over the years.

February was always an exciting yet exhausting month. I loved picking out gifts for each of them, always knowing what they liked and what they would want. I didn’t care so much for the actual party planning though. It was pretty stressful planning 3 different parties for 3 very different kids with different party ideas….and a family party as well. At least there was only 1 of those – with 3 different cakes, of course! OMG-how did I survive those years?! It was a lot, but watching them at these parties, having so much fun with their friends was a huge payoff for me and made every stressful second worth it. It’s what mom do, I guess.

The years have passed so very quickly and they are all young adults now, doing their thing, reaching their goals, living their lives…

February is no longer the crazy busy stressful month it used to be when they were little. I still love buying them gifts, though it’s not as easy to figure out what they would want now. I usually have to ask them, but I can usually come up with a few things on my own still.

The parties have quietly morphed into a nice dinner out, though sometimes it is not all of us. I don’t like that. At all..

The feelings are the same for me. I marvel at their growth – personal, educational and professional. I am awed by their accomplishments. I am deeply moved by the way they love each other – it is what I’ve always wished for them. Mostly, I am so incredibly proud to be their mom and so grateful to God for finding me worthy of that honor.

February – the most special month of the year – forever.

Happy Birthday, my loves – I love you so much more than you could ever imagine…