the sisters are forever grabbing onto one another.
it is too cute for words. too cute for squeals or groans, even.
sometimes, it takes my breath away to watch them touch.
you know that moment when a baby first recognizes himself in the mirror and gets excited? that will never happen for these girls. each time i hold one of them up to catch a glimpse of herself, i’m reminded that it’s old news to her. they stare at themselves all day long, in the form of each other. how special is that? how rare?
i consider myself blessed to witness this miraculous relationship, a friendship that formed before i ever knew them. before i ever even knew that there were two. that first night in the hospital, as i held them in my arms and introduced myself, they were already familiar. they were already home. they had each other.
they are connected.
they are bonded in a way that cannot be broken.
they are my daughters…
but first, they were sisters.