Sisters

Everyone needs a sibling.  The richness that a brother or sister or maybe a couple of both add to a person’s life is incredible.  I love watching the relationship between my children unfold.  Sure they are still really young and it’s too early to tell how they’ll feel about each other over the course of their lifetime, but there is a special bond that is already apparent between the two.

For example, Henley had a sleepover at Grandma’s and Becca was unsettled pretty much the whole time she was gone.  Usually I can do a load of dishes, switch laundry, make my bed, take a shower, basically leave the room for a few minutes at a time without any protest from Becca.  Without Henley home, Becca would hardly let me put her down let alone leave the room without her.

When we went to pick up Henley, the very first thing she did was grab Becca’s face with her two hands, press their foreheads together, and tell Becca just how much she missed her.  She hugged, loved on, and talked with Becca like no one else was in the room for at least five minutes.  Only once she’d taken care of her baby sister did Henley even say “hi” to me.

Another sign of their special bond is Becca’s willingness to laugh for Henley’s antics.  Ty tickles and plays with Becca and may get a few giggles.  I sing with her or gently toss her in the air and she might laugh once.  Henley jumps over her, says boo, or tickles her and she gives an outright belly-laugh.  Henley dances around her, gets right in her face and asks “what are you telling me,” or screeches and Becca busts a gut.

I’m so glad my girls have each other.

After all, don’t we all need someone to play in the leaves with us?

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