capturing grace

I bore witness to my daughters’ sisterly complicity before the house first stirred.

My daughters, Boticelli nymphs basking in the morning light. They giggled and spoke in hush tones. I stood back, sole witness to their shared bond. Their unbreakable pact.

Brick by brick they skillfully lay this powerful foundation. Their twin hood, a shelter.  

I quietly ran for my camera, eager to capture their grace before the house rattled with our son’s war cries.

Maya in the lightSophie in the light

                                  

secretspinky promises

November 9, 2009

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