“You are my angel. Times two.”

You get . The Math of Miracles I’ve been sitting here trying to put words to the chaos and the calm. Because living with two “angel girls” isn’t always quiet harp music and fluffy clouds. Sometimes, it’s glitter explosions at 7 AM. Sometimes, it’s two little voices arguing over who gets the purple cup, followed by two little arms wrapping around each other in forgiveness five seconds later.

Angel Girl x 2: When Heaven Sends a Double Dose