When you multiply an angel by two, you don’t get a quieter house. You get a holier one. Because holiness isn’t silence. It’s love, loud and messy and repeated. To my girls,
You get . The Math of Miracles I’ve been sitting here trying to put words to the chaos and the calm. Because living with two “angel girls” isn’t always quiet harp music and fluffy clouds. Sometimes, it’s glitter explosions at 7 AM. Sometimes, it’s two little voices arguing over who gets the purple cup, followed by two little arms wrapping around each other in forgiveness five seconds later. angel girl x 2
Double the bedtime stories (one for each lap). Double the “watch this, Mommy!” Double the pigtails. Double the mud on the floor. Double the magic. When you multiply an angel by two, you
“You are my angel. Times two.”