With every day that goes by, I love to watch my girls together more and more. I love to see how Miss adores Lass. I love to hear her say, "You're so cute!" I love seeing how Lass watches her big sister's every move. I love this:
I know I am in danger of being repetitive in my writings. I know this is not the first post where I have gone on about how much I love to watch them together. I guess it's kind of like how I mentioned at Christmas time that I would probably gush for the entire month of December about how amazing it was to watch Miss experience various aspects of Christmas and really be able to appreciate them for the first time. Consider this your fair warning in this case: for the next 20-30+ years I will probably blather on like a fool every few weeks or so about how much I love to see my girls grow with and love on each other. And I know there will be many less-than-loving moments, as there are in any sibling relationship.
But I also know that there will be lots of love. I hope that my girls will grow up to be best friends (Miss already calls Lass her best friend). I have visions of them doing each other's hair, sharing clothes, talking for hours about all-things-that-sisters-talk-about. I don't have a sister, so this is probably a bit unrealistic, at least during some of the growing-up years. But in between the fights and rivalries and "she-wore-my-brand-new-shirt-without-asking!!!" dramas, I hope there will be laughter and confidences and support for each other. I hope they will teach each other and stand up for each other. I hope they will have the kind of relationship that I have with some of my closest friends, only better, because they're sisters.
Today there was some great sister time.