None of us knows what happens before we become conscious on this earth. I will be the first to admit that I know very little about anything. All of the girls at my house, however, like to believe that we come from the same place to which we will return when we leave this earth. My little girls like to imagine that they were all friends in a different realm before they met on Earth as sisters. We like to collectively tell the story of how the three of them looked down from heaven where they were probably seated on a cloud and surveyed life on the earth below. "Look," one of them says, "Those two are going to be our parents. They seem nice." The other two agree. Emma, being the dominant, adventurous type, decides that she should be the firstborn child in our family. We pause to reflect on what a stubborn, grouchy, and serious baby our beautiful Emma was, and she reminds me that she was obviously just missing the sisters that she left...
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