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Friday, July 13, 2018

Five on Friday: Sister Week

If there's any benefit to biological siblings not living together, it's that when they do get to spend time together they have so much fun and don't get to the point of getting on each other's nerves. At least that's been our experience in spending time with big sister one week at a time over the summer. It's all giggling and no bickering, which is beautiful music to this Mama's ears.

(By the way, her week with us isn't over yet so I reserve the right to make another post about this magical time next Friday.)

But so far, these were some of the best things about her visit:

1. Our very first meal together was sandwiches. My boys started yelling that their younger sister "likes mayonnaise now!" I immediately saw what was happening: she was constructing her sandwich to be exactly like her big sister's turkey with mayo, onion, lettuce and tomato. When I asked if that was what was going on, little sister saved face by declaring,  "Actually I don't want tomatoes right now."

2. However, the next night at dinner, little sister constructed her plate exactly like big sister's again. She whispered to me, "Don't tell her but I'm only eating it this way to be like her."

3. One night I went to check on the kids before I went to bed and found big sister snuggled into a twin sized bed with her younger brother. (Of course the next morning he was on the floor but it sure was cute while it lasted!)

4. Playing: in sand, water, lawn and house. Decorating each other with hair chalk. Movies. Board games. Just all the silly little fun togetherness that at one time I never dreamed would be possible . . .




5. Recently Facebook reminded me that it was the anniversary of our youngest child learning to walk. I had commented then that it was still magical to witness, even the fifth time around. The next day I brought Sister to meet her Great Grandmother. It was, actually, the fifth time I had the pleasure of witnessing Great Grandma getting to meet one of her Great Grandchildren that she prayed for and loved from afar . . . and it was just as magical as the first.









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