When I had my last baby, there was a part of me that wanted a girl (for our eldest daughter) and part of me that wanted a boy (for our youngest son).
There was nothing I wanted more, than for our (at the time "only") girl to have a sister. I know I've mentioned before that I have no sisters. Well, I do. Now. (Thanks, Big Bro!!) But growing up, I didn't.
And I feel like I missed out.
On the flip side, with our youngest being a boy, I thought there'd be nothing better than for him to have a baby brother, a playmate when it was just the two of them at home.
Well...it is just the two of them at home during the day now. Baby Brother and Baby Sister.
And they're two peas in a pod! The laughter and the fun (and the fighting and the tears and the tattling) and the joy that the two of them have together...well...it just makes my heart happy.
They're currently playing "shoot the deer" (yes, we're conservatives)...and taking turns laying on the ground, "dead", until they dissolve into fits of belly laughs so contagious that I find myself giggling along with them.
Days like today are one of the (many) things I love about motherhood.
Sibling "un"-rivalry, imagination galore, and belly laughs that could, possibly, bring about world peace...you know, if the world had a PA speaker and we could broadcast it across the globe.
Dang, I love these kids of mine.