The roller-coaster ride that started on May 13 when we expanded our little family of three to four has had its share of tough moments. Like at 3 a.m., when I'm in a dead sleep and Farrah decides it's time to feast. Or when I've been home alone with both girls for eight hours, no one has napped and Dessa can't understand why I have to tend to Farrah instead of play with her. Or when Farrah has been crying for an hour straight, Mami's heart is breaking and no amount of burping, swaddling, swaying, breast-feeding or singing will put her to sleep.
However, those tough times are no match for the moments we've shared since Farrah's arrival that make our hearts grow. Like the day we went to the zoo and Dessa told Farrah that we were going to go visit the elephants and giraffes, or every night when Dessa "reads" to Farrah. Dessa even rushes to give Farrah her pacifier (or "bobo," as we call it) to calm her when she cries. And Farrah is always moving her head about, following the sound of Dessa's voice.
Yes, it's been tough to adjust to having a toddler and a newborn, much tougher than having an only child. But the way Dessa looks at Farrah melts my heart. It makes all the tough stuff well worth it. And when I captured a little moment like the picture above, it makes me think about how they've got each other now. They've got each other through everything life's going to throw at them: love, heartbreak, careers, losing loved ones, getting their license, quinceñeras, the works. They are ride-or-die sisters.