In The Beginning

First came Camille. She was little and squishy and pink with a mop of dark hair and squinty eyes. She weighed 8 lbs. and 12 oz., which is BIG when you consider how she came into this world. She took our breath away and was beautiful.

Nine months went by and I got the hang of things a little. I decided that life was good and that babies were cake and that Camille needed a little sibling above all else. Nine months after that came Estelle.

Estelle was little and squishy and pink with an even bigger mop of dark hair and even squintier eyes. She looked like a tiny sumo wrestler. She weighed 10 lbs. and 2 oz., which is HUGE when you consider how she came into this world. She also took our breath away and was beautiful.

Now Camille had a little sister, and our life was complete. So we thought. Little did we anticipate the tribulations that lay ahead, the stories and the memories made and yet to come. Little did we know the angst or the elation that accompany parenthood and sisterhood. My wish is to chronicle the lives of these sisters that we created so that one day they can look back on these days that they don't remember, the journey from egocentricism to a polycentric world and laugh and cry and love the way things were and are. Thanks for reading and letting me write.