Yesterday, February 11, my kids declared it Brother and Sister Day, a self-made holiday of sorts.
I thought it was cute when they proposed the idea the day before but thought nothing else of it. I figured that they’d probably forget about the whole thing by the next day.
Boy was I wrong.
The two of them actually turned it into a genuine holiday, spending enormous amounts of time in each other’s company. They didn’t argue a single bit. Cuddled frequently. Complimented each other constantly.
They don’t fight very often, but yesterday was a genuine love fest.
And around 6:30 PM, Elysha and I heard Charlie lament, “It’s so sad, Clara. Brother and Sister Day is almost over.”
“I know,” Clara said. “It was such a good day. I love you.”
I listen to my kids say these impossible things. I watch them love each other beyond measure. I often turn to Elysha and say, “No one would believe the things our kids say to each other.”
I witness all of it and know that they will always have each other.
Each other. It might be the best thing we ever give them.
