You get . The Math of Miracles I’ve been sitting here trying to put words to the chaos and the calm. Because living with two “angel girls” isn’t always quiet harp music and fluffy clouds. Sometimes, it’s glitter explosions at 7 AM. Sometimes, it’s two little voices arguing over who gets the purple cup, followed by two little arms wrapping around each other in forgiveness five seconds later.
You are not perfect. You are not porcelain dolls. You are fierce, and funny, and frustrating, and fabulous. And you are the closest thing to heaven I’ll ever touch.
But what happens when you get two of them? When the universe—or fate, or grace—looks at your life and decides that one halo just isn’t enough light for the room? angel girl x 2
One day, you’ll be too big to hold both of you at the same time. (I’ll try anyway.) One day, you’ll roll your eyes when I call you my angel girls. (I’ll do it louder.) One day, you’ll understand why I cry every time I look at the two of you together.
Not just twice the blessing. Twice the reason I believe in them. Final Thought If you have an angel girl—or two—in your life, don’t wait for a special occasion to tell her. Trace the shape of her cheek. Fix her crooked crown (even if it’s just a paper one from a birthday party). And whisper: You get
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“You are my angel. Times two.”
Double the bedtime stories (one for each lap). Double the “watch this, Mommy!” Double the pigtails. Double the mud on the floor. Double the magic.
