My girls argue like any other sisters whose age difference is two years.
My girls laugh and play together and make me giggle when they do.
My girls whine when it's time to go to bed and whine again when it's time to get up.
My girls leave me notes that say, "I love you."
My girls yell at one another when they are tired and cranky.
My girls sing together with voices that make angels smile.
My girls make messes that make me angry.
But, my girls love each other so much!
There is a race at school tomorrow. Josie-Tatum will be one of the fastest in her grade. Tonight she asked, "Mama, do you think Ellie will come in last tomorrow?"
We discussed the possibility. Ellie will run with her walker. She might not be last. But, she might be. And, this mama's heart aches because she thinks she might win first place.
Josie-Tatum loves her sister, and though they argue, she wants to protect her feelings. She said, "I hope she's not last."
It is this love that causes tes scene that made their mama smile this morning. There are three beds in their room. Whitney has a double bed to sleep in when she is home. Josie-Tatum has the top bunk. Ellie has a trundle.
Most mornings, though, I find a sight that looks like this.Shhhhhhhhhhhh! Don't tell Josie-Tatum that I posted this photo. She asked me what I was going to do with it. I didn't tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.