After watching this story of these twin girls this evening, I am finding myself contemplative. I am not feeling much of anything except peace. Maybe this story is allowing me to see that had I still embraced a controlling God narrative, then I couldn't embrace the beauty amid the chance of this story. There is no normal. There is only beauty.
It is a precious waste of brain cells to explain the whys and hows of these two girls and their story. I have nothing in my core being now that needs to explain or justify the circumstances of their life. I can see only beauty and the chance that nature has given them to be in this world. There is no normal. There is no expectation for these girls to look like the other seven billion people in this world. They have only to embrace their own beauty and their own uniqueness as a gift from the Creative Flow of the Cosmos. There was no grand design flaw; there was no malfunction in creation; there was only Love in action. Love manifested itself in this story and that is what came across. Love made these two as they were... and Love gave their family the freedom to make choices to move forward in life. Love is the only explanation needed.
