They don’t interact very often. They are over 5 years apart, and right now that seems like decades when you’re almost 5 and 10. So when *this* happens– when Abby offers to read Lila a bedtime story (in her very best British accent), it’s a miracle I don’t curl up in a ball and cry my eyes out. This. Is. My. Dream.
I love my sister like nobody else. When we found out Lila was a girl I danced my big ass pregnant belly around and around because I wasn’t just getting another daughter, I was getting and giving SISTERS!!!!!!! SISTERS!!!!
Tonight they truly were sisters. When Lila lost her bedroom (seriously, don’t ask, I’m not allowed to talk about anything embarrassing) it was Abby who kept sneaking into the hallway to make sure Lila was cozy enough. And when I yelled up to Abby to stop doing gymnastics in her bedroom (which is right over the kitchen), it was Lila who pretended that she was just kicking the floor, not Abby. It made my night. It’s the little things that help piece together our story, and it’s so easy to forget how important these smaller moments really are.
My girls. Ti amo per sempre.
One of my favorites.