butterfly. babies. love.

my little (big) ones were passed out after church. they still had their dress shoes and sparkly pink and grey dresses on, still snuggled in their pink coats and lamb hats. they look so calm and peaceful. i love that. i don't love it solely for the hour of quietness, the hour of my hubs and i softly wondering what we used to do sunday afternoons, the hour of having rocky lounge around without any fear of getting a strong hug or a quick pull on his tail... i love it for the anticipation of the loud excitement and the cherished snuggles that will happen when my wide-eyed girls stop napping and rejoin us.  no matter what they decide to do when they wake... whine a little at first, whimper daddy and mommy's name, giggle a lot, hug tightly, sing loudly, twirl and twirl... they just never disappoint. they always seem to make every wait worthwhile. since the day we first saw two flickers on an ultrasound.

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.