Head to head, the brand-new-to-this-world twins sharing with each other not only a loving smile but, inexplicably … by the serene look each is giving each other … a knowing why-each-is-smiling smile. Making the unavoidable, natural process of simply looking at them itself a smile-inducing ride into pure joy and back again.
The unadulterated magic of watching these tiny, living miracles interact. Witnessing .. how these two precious, nascent newborns decorate the world around themselves as does the simple & spontaneous beauty of a drop of rain on a rose petal.
And, like the raindrop, the twins don’t consciously know that’s what it is they’re doing. The raindrop doesn’t ‘know’ its own beauty .. it just does what it naturally does … with zero pretense nor inkling of the innate glory its decoration evokes. It does, though – somehow seem to know to only show itself to those people open to receive the gift it shares.
As it is with the twins: their collective and ineffable beauty doesn’t even / couldn’t even – define itself if asked. For the amalgam of pure magic the two create together yields exponentially greater / happier / in-awe-of-its-own-self pure joy than the sum of their two parts.
Their introduction into this new realm of existence, quiet – not on mama’s end, oh no. but on their end, initially anyway, yes – every bit as silent and miraculous as the stars just beyond their bedroom window.
Ahh .. but .. the light from those stars .. gauzy ribbons of wonderment sneaking into the just barely cracked open window. Painting everything in its path in shadows and secrets.
While adorning the two sibling’s heads as they sit there giggling & shrieking in awe of .. themselves? This new world they’re seeing / smelling / touching / hearing / tasting? And … any and every tiniest of tiny stimuli, sights & sounds adorning their senses in the most melodic and magical of ways.
Dad knows this. Which is why he would – every night, without fail – try to inculcate them into their Scottish heritage. By serenading them with bagpipe music.
A sound as unfamiliar to them as was the concept of cats and dogs and giraffes and hogs .. all completely unknown & unheard of by these two tiny living, breathing miracles. Smiling and crying. Burping and slobbering. Evolving into the happy and laughing brother and sister they would enjoy being for the rest of their lives.