I’m sorry about the toddler. I know she is loud and bossy, emotional and forceful. She can shine her love like the first rays of sunshine after a long cold winter and shut it off just as quickly again. She’s unpredictable and wild, sassy and sweet all at the same time.
She argues with me. She likes to think of you as her baby. She has bathed you, tried to help change you, frequently considers picking you up and carrying you around. (Although with your meaty baby thighs you’re quiet a load to love these days.) She tells me what you think and want, which just happens to coincide with what she thinks and she wants. She is your BIG sister and I suspect she will never let you forget it. (She’s a Dragon what can I do? You’re a goat, I don’t think you’ll mind.)
But despite whatever happens in the future. Whatever sisterly spats you have over toys, then clothes, following rules, boys, friends… I want you to know. Each morning when she sees you her face lights up, she squeals your name, she barks the commands.
I want to see her.
I want to snuggle her.
I want to kiss her.
So I’m sorry about the toddler. They are unpredictable creatures. But so far you don’t seem to mind too much. Because as the antics continue on a daily basis you watch the family circus with a mixture of wonder and amusement. And your eyes are locked on her every moment waiting for a burst of love to come your way. You are my gift to her, and she is my gift to you. Sisters.