Dear Little Girls:
I couldn't love you more. It's just not possible. When you leave the house, even to go to school or work, it's like my heart and soul are out in the world and I'm not complete or normal until you come home. Not that I'm complete or normal. But it's a lot better when you are physically with me.
You are gorgeous and sweet and everything that is good in the world.
Please be gorgeous and sweet to each other. You are so very lucky to have sisters that I don't think you even know how lucky you are.
When she makes you so mad you want to smack her upside the head as hard as you can, just breath in, count to 20, {or count to 120 if you are on the brink of puberty and your emotions are going crazy. You know who you are} and remember how much you love her. Remember that she is your sister and you would cross the planet for her if she needed you.
You are such good girls. I'm so proud of you.
Love,
Mom
I couldn't love you more. It's just not possible. When you leave the house, even to go to school or work, it's like my heart and soul are out in the world and I'm not complete or normal until you come home. Not that I'm complete or normal. But it's a lot better when you are physically with me.
You are gorgeous and sweet and everything that is good in the world.
Please be gorgeous and sweet to each other. You are so very lucky to have sisters that I don't think you even know how lucky you are.
When she makes you so mad you want to smack her upside the head as hard as you can, just breath in, count to 20, {or count to 120 if you are on the brink of puberty and your emotions are going crazy. You know who you are} and remember how much you love her. Remember that she is your sister and you would cross the planet for her if she needed you.
You are such good girls. I'm so proud of you.
Love,
Mom
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