It was a Tuesday, we had completed a round of errands and made it home before stomachs started howling for lunch. I allowed them five minutes with full access to my lipstick and a gaudy palate of Wet and Wild body glitter. They felt royal. With great care they slipped into their finest and requested that pictures be taken for posterity. All of these poses were completed unprompted. Ella's eyes batted like a hummingbird's wings as Viv worked hard on her technique. When Ella puts on this dress she is transformed. She will cup Vivian's chin with her red gloved hand and murmur sweet nothings to her sister in a whispered song. She does not shout or jump, she does not encourage Vivian to wag her heiney or whisper "poop" under her breath. She is poised, she is prim, she is a parent's dream. And Vivian follows suit. I can't help but think that Santa will have to work miracles to top this gift from the Czerkies...for both the girls and I.
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