I’m not sure my heart was totally prepared for sibling love.
Rivalry? Sure. I knew that would happen. Screams of “she took my toy” and “get off of me!” were a given. Hitting and tattletaling? Oh yeah, I know it’s on its way.
Oh, my heart. The utter fullness may just cause it to burst into a million tiny pieces.
When he hurts himself or is in time-out, she’s right there, so concerned. When she cries, he pats her on the back and says over and over, “It’s ok, sissy. It’s ok.”
They wrestle. They giggle. They play hide and seek. And they fill me with more love than I ever thought possible.
I am so very happy they have each other.