we are growing into lady-people who wear fashiony coats and like ponies. we are blue-eyed and windy and talk about mysteries and secrets. we sit next to each other in our new stroller, side by side touching each other's hair. we love to whisper and yell and talk about being mad. we tell mama about nightmares where little, but also big chickens are chasing us. we call ham, "sam." we love to say hello to shadows as if they are special creatures who we only rarely connect with.