Today you two are eight. Eight years old feels strange to me, I think because I remember being eight. Eight year olds are not babies. Eight year olds fall in some strange in between time in which it's totally normal for you to seem 15 one minute...and 3 the next. You read chapter books, and have sleepovers...and you still love My Little Pony and sometimes want to be carried. When you were born, I stared at the two of you and thought...how is it possible that I have babies?! Now that you're eight I stare at you and think...how is it possible that I have EIGHT year olds?! The common thread is amazement. You amaze me, now and always. I love you, my biggest girls.
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