Having s Sister

I've got lots, well, 5 to be exact, but in most people's book that counts as a lot of sisters.  When I was pregnant with Charlotte and we were told that she was a girl I was really excited.  I was thrilled that Lily was going to have a sister so close in age.  I just knew that they would grow to be best friends.  And really, they are typical sisters; fighting and quarreling on minute over a little toy or being in the way and the next they are cuddling together reading a book and laughing.

This afternoon while we were playing downstairs in the playroom Charlotte fell off of the rocking horse.  She landed with her knees hitting the base and it hurts.  As she started to whimper about it Lily went over to her, put her arm around her shoulder, and said "Are you hurt Charlotte?  You need some chocolate to make you feel better," and she led her over to the little play kitchen to start mixing up some imaginary chocolate ice cream to make the hurt go away.

Then this evening, as we were reading our bedtime stories down on Lily's bed Lily asked if Charlotte could sleep in her bed again tonight (we tried this once last week).  I said yes and stuffed the stuffed frog in the gap between the bed and the wall to prevent another little spill and tucked them in together.  I went back to check on them about an hour later and Lily was still awake, and Charlotte was asleep with her head on Lily's tummy.  Lily was stroking her hair gently and when I peeked in said softly "Charlotte's sleeping," and then turned back to stroking her hair.  I went back about half an hour later and took this picture.

I love these girls, and I love just how much they love each other.  I'm so glad that they have each other!