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Here's the passage of a couple years, marked by how my girls have grown from when I first started making this particular dress. Perhaps the changes in the girls only being noticed by their momma, though.
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They are becoming more fun, more capable, lovelier, little ladies. I hope for them to always be close best friend sisters (without the bickering part). I;m training them to play games so that I will be challenged someday in a game of scrabble with them. I'm training them to enjoy the ocean so that I can someday ride waves with them. Whatever they grow up to be, though, I will marvel at how special they are to me. And I'll never forget the squishy cheeks they've both had for me to kiss all over.