Sisters, Sisters

So I've written things in passing on this here blog about the interaction between my two, beloved girls, but I've never officially taken a moment to discuss it specifically.

So here it goes.

I'm gonna tell it like it is.

The good, the bad and the ugly.

The truth, and nothing but the truth.

With one teeny-weeny, itty bitty catch.

There's only good.

And precious and lovely.

'Cause they adore one another!

From the day I brought Chicklet home from the hospital (or even waaaay before that, when she was in utero), I had the fear that Chica would just hate her.

Or resent her.

Or kick her.

Or ask to return her to Target (like my doctor's firstborn daughter did--ha).

But apparently, I had nothing to fear, because they're totally enamored with one another.

Chica can't get enough head pats, cheek pokes, and squashing hugs in. And Chicklet just soaks up the contact and follows her sister's movement to the best of her ability.

I hope that "baby!" will be the first thing out of Chica's mouth in the morning and that "baby!" will be the last person she wants to kiss goodnight--for a very long time to come.

:)