fuzzy lovies

I have one sibling, a brother that is 6 1/2 years older. If you're familiar with the Birth Order tribe, then you know that regardless of the above, I am an only child. I remember the years my brother was in middle and high school and I was merely his lowly servant - and HAPPY to be. I spent most of my childhood in my little make-believe world with Barbies and Breyer horses - playing alone. I'd never even considered that as sad until my girls became old enough to really enjoy each others' company. Don't get me wrong, I had a happy childhood - but I'm realizing what a difference it would have made if I'd had a sister to play with. Today Big O (5 yr old) went to a dance camp with her two best buds. One of the other moms was obviously NOT THINKING when she invited the other little girl over to play after the camp and left Big O standing there like a broken third wheel. My heart broke for her but I sucked it up and played it down. Shortly after arriving home I caught myself listening to my girls playing together in the playroom. Tears almost welled up in my eyes because I realized that they are going to be there for each other (whether they like it or not!) forever. How much harder would today have been if Big O had come home to an empty house to play alone? I'm sure she'd have much preferred her 5 yr old friends over little sister..... but little sister was a heckuvalot better than no one!! And no Ellen, this post is not for you :) I am just feeling particularly thankful today for the fact that God gave these girls each other.