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two smiley, rambunctious, crazy-haired toddlers greet us from their cribs every morning.
it is a joy that will never get old.

my girls will sometimes start their day by asking "play?" as we head downstairs for diaper changes and hello's to rocky. they have always had a partner in crime, a confidant, a best friend. they have always had a perfect playmate. i have been told that sisters share a special bond... but twin sisters, from what i have seen, have something stronger than a bond and even deeper than that sister connection. it is as if these two are so in sync, that they could just play forever... with the other one climbing on her head, kissing her face, tickling her belly, sitting beside her, even crying in the corner of the room... as long as they are in the same room, she will be more than satisfied.

but there is something we love about having the girls interact with other children too. it is an exciting adventure to watch my girls talk, laugh, and share with other kids. play dates are fun for so many reasons.

after we went to valley forge park last friday and took a long walk with friends on a beautiful evening, i began to think about how the behavior of my bunnies on their play-dates shows the progression of how much they have grown. how much personality they now have. how much sass they now love to display. how aware they are now of their presence in this world.

i remember the girls' first play date at five months. it was as if they were completely unaware another child was even there. soon after, they began to show interest in other babies, saying hi or giving hugs, maybe occasionally throwing a glance in their direction as they scooted along. as months passed, my babies learned their friends' names and how to share, they prided themselves on introducing everyone to rocky and making sure everyone knew their sister's name. my babies were intrigued and interested in someone other than themselves... and along the way, they somehow stopped being babies.

they are so in tune with their surroundings these days that it astounds me. they clearly recognize the way their antics make others laugh, the way their "are you okAY" shows concern, the way that friendships are formed through sharing and talking...
and hugging, always hugging.

i know that one day my little ones won't be toddlers anymore and there will be new methods of communication and interaction with friends that they employ.
they will be aware of even more in this world and they will slowly learn what not to share and what not to talk about...
but i hope they will always find comfort in each other. in their special playmate that God blessed them with at birth.

because that playmate could always use a hug.

First Play-Date at 5 months with Miss Allie













With Cousin Jonah at 10 months




At the zoo with Cousin Jonathan - 9 months




With Cousins Abby and Danny at 10 months

14 months - meeting Baby Elijah




almost 18 months - Viyah with Ben

Bold Caiah with Ben






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