Sisters

This girl. She is miss independent.  Always has been.  The task at hand might be something impossibly hard, but she is going to try to do it all by herself.

She is strong willed.  She’s a daddy’s girl. She is hilarious. She is always on the go, always running, and ALWAYS talking.

Girl doesn’t stop.

She is our oldest, and she is the girl that made me a mama.

She is my little cuddler and my night owl.

She is the one that made us a family of FOUR.

There will always be that bond.

They will be there for each other.

I know we will have rough days ahead.  That’s just part of having two girls (or kids in general).  I grew up with a sister, so I know at least a little bit of what is in store.  Right now, my girls love each other.  Of course they love each other, but right now, they LOVE each other.  They get along.  They “play” together (as much as you can with a 6 month old.) They aren’t to an age where they are fighting… yet.

But I know it’s coming.  Before too long, the competitiveness and the jealousy will set in.  And they will fight. They will be mean to each other.  At times they will not like each other.  They will yell at each other. There will be tears.

But in the midst of all of the fighting, they will still be sisters. And one day, maybe not until they are both grown and out of our house,  they will realize just how special they are to each other.  They will “get” what it means to be sisters.

And I’m so thankful they will have each other.