Dear Diary,

Today is the boys first birthday. I can't believe it's be a whole year already. Meg is all over the place ordering Stefan around to make sure everything is perfect. Emily is watching the boys while we set up. She's figured out the best way to get them to giggle is to do the feather trick. Guess floating feathers runs in the family.

Alaric and Jeremy have Damon's eyes. But their spirits match those of their namesakes. Our boys are outspoken. With Emily and Meg reminding us so much of the people we left behind, we needed to give our boys the names of those who we miss everyday. It's not much, just some names but it's almost like we have a little piece of home with us.

When Damon and I got married, I thought the truest form of love was what we had together. I thought there was no one I could love more than Damon Salvatore.

I have never been more wrong. I didn't know true love until I felt them kick for the first time. I knew in that moment when I felt the first hiccup in my belly that I would do anything, be anything for our boys. We took our love for each other and manifested it into two perfect babies. Babies who were born from love and love us unconditionally. Everyday we wake up and check their cribs, they smile so widely. I think they love us for just merely existing. It's the purest love I've ever felt. Damon always thought he was selfish, but fatherhood has proven him to be wrong too. He never shirks his responsibility as a parent, and seeing the love he has for our children, makes me love him so much more deeply than I ever thought possible. We made these babies, our love turned from whispered nothing's in heated passion to human beings who giggle, smile, and love us so much. Damon would never admit it, but he cried when Jeremy said Dada for the first time. He insists it was me who changed him for the better, but really it was parenthood. Loving so deeply has changed us for the better and thinking back to when he died and my insistence to come back in time for that love, I don't regret a thing.

The past three years have been a rollercoaster, but I've never been one to shy away from the ride.