I need to interrupt my "Christmas Blessings Posts" for a minute, because I am sick of them and because I have some other things that are starting to crowd around in my heart begging to be let free into the open space of writing.
Yesterday was a good day. I got through my chores, did the shopping, had a quiet cartoon lunch with Ella, rocked Cali and had dinner in the crock pot by 10 am. After school the kids did their homework nicely, even Kaden-which is rare.
When Branson's scouts ended at 6:30 Kaden and Scott left for their stuff down at the church. Cali and I were cleaning up dinner and Ella was settled into a pile of "pretties" lost in her own world of sparkle and glitter and bling. Branson and Brylee came running into the kitchen asking to "borrow" my camera.
"Because, you know how Ella loves little ponies, well we want to make her a little ponies movie."
I lent them my camera and went back to my work. In a few minutes I could hear their "film production" in full swing so I went in to get a peek. All the little ponies were spread out on the floor and the twins were busy coming up with dialogue and a plot and specific lines for each "star pony". I liked how they picked Ella's favorite ones to have the really important lines. Heck, I liked that they know which ones are Ella's favorites.
I could see that tender, sweet twin-magic happening, where Brylee and Branson start acting like a little old couple that have been married for 67 years. They get into a sync and seem to become more like one whole instead of two separate parts. It is one of those things that makes my life feel charmed and magical.
After scriptures I tucked them in and thanked them for being so nice and thoughtful toward Ella. How lucky she is to have them adoring her constantly. (and teasing occasionally) I was awakened at 2:34 in the morning by the sound of little voices and the glow of a head lamp in my room. I adjusted my eyes enough to see the twins standing at the foot of my bed. I sat up and asked them what was going on. Branson quickly said,
"Sorry Mom, I had to wake up Brylee because I had a bad dream and I couldn't sleep."
I mumbled to them to get pillows and blankets and to sleep on my floor. In the morning, I found them huddled together under one blanket. How thankful I am for the day that we saw those two flickering heart beats on the screen. How thankful I am for everyday since.
...So we grew together
Like to a double cherry, seeming parted,
But yet a union in partition,
Two lovely berries moulded on one stem...
with two seeming bodies, but one heart
~William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream