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18 months ago.
it was 18 months ago today that we first met
2 little girls who have forever changed our lives.
as i watch them sitting on the sill of our bay window, singing and dancing,
hugging and talking...
i cannot help but remember 2 perfect little babies
in a basket, already sharing secrets with each other.
and here they are - a year and a half later
curly-haired balls of energy and sass,
of sweetness and silliness,
2 beautiful little girls, who sometimes, just sometimes,
share their secrets with me.
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