Every day they become more uniquely themselves. Reverie is the calm and Boheme is the storm, Serenity and Strength.
Rev is independent and alert with wandering eyes and hands that dance, Bo holds tight to fingers, vigorous and focused. She is spirited and feisty, loud and loving...
...Reverie feels like Archer did at this age: wide eyes gazing, always open. She is wisdom and quiet, a daydream like her name suggests, soft, accommodating, easy.
At night I flick the lights in the nursery to tend to Boheme and find Reverie by her side, still and blinking, her hands at her cheeks.
Both girls sing in their sleep, they hum and purr when rocked like little kittens. They lock eyes and see through me, night owls in clashing receiving blankets batting at each other's faces, sneezing simultaneously and then... a duet of hiccups.
I still can't believe that there are two of them. It's a completely different experience, caring for infantS. Like navigating a new planet with double-vision and not nearly enough arms to go around. Luckily love is not an appendage.