A small, huge thing happened yesterday when I dropped Claire off for preschool.
I was taking her out of her car seat as usual, and she turned to her sister and waved and said, “Bye bye, sissy!” as usual. And she blew a kiss, as usual. And then… she told Etta, “I love you!”
Mark it down in the baby book blog: it’s the first time I have ever heard either one of them say “I love you” to the other one. Sure, they show it– they like to hug and kiss and hold hands, and I sometimes find one in the other’s bed, but this was the first instance of verbal love between the two of them. It exploded my heart.
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my daughter said to me last week “it isn’t fair that I can’t marry my brother. but instead he can live in the house next to mine when we are grown ups so we can have lunch together everyday”. I hope they always stay that close!
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So gorgeous! What a precious memory to treasure.
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Makes me all excited for this sibling situation I’m embarking on. So sweet!
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