the girls.

I wish I could sum up in bloggable length our relationship with these Clarkies. I wish I could tell you who they are to us. If you have your own, then you know. If you don't, then I wish that for you. What you should definitely know is that these girls were created by their mamas to be best friends. They have no choice in the matter. Choice is overrated anyway. Arranged marriage works in many parts of the world, right? So arranged best-friendhood works for them - don't judge.

The day I found out I was pregnant with Sarah I called (in this order) my mom, my dad, and then, timidly, Samantha. Samantha had been hoping for a pregnancy of her own for a while. I had been not preventing a pregnancy for one month. And then, there it was. I called her on a Friday. She congratulated me, also timidly. On Sunday morning at 6 a.m. she called me with a screech and a squeal and a "HOW WOULD YOUR BABY LIKE A BEST FRIEND?!!!". And thus, our girls journey to us, and to one another, began.

Our whirlwind weekend together was filled with joy such as this...

painting...

and playhousing...

and snacking...

gaming...(and puzzling)...

and lots and lots of crazy, gypsy, princess dancing...

There was also snuggling at night (the girls shared a bed...and Sarah went to sleep last night crying, "but I miss HER!") and wakeup calls in the morning ("MOMMIES, IT'S SIX O'CLOCK!") and Christmas lights and tea parties and lots and lots of best friend love.

Just as the world should be. Well, maybe not the 6 a.m. wakeup call part.

(tomorrow, the post for Cobb/Clark BFFs V2.0)