Tonight I witnessed something that brought tears to my eyes.
Long before J's arrival into this world, I wished for two siblings of the same gender.
I know that is a bad thing to wish for and ultimately I would be thrilled if it didn't happen, but I really wanted same sex siblings. (say that 10 times fast.)
I can't really descibed to you what it is like to share a room with a sister.
To bust your gut in a fit of giggles remembering taping her snores and making a newscast out of it.
To tell her that worms were snakes so she wouldn't be afraid.
To know that you can call her when your child breaks out in hideous hives and know that she will have the answer.
I can't explain that feeling to you.
If you have a same sex sibling, you know what I am talking about.
Tonight after dinner, almost ten months since we brought J home, I witnessed the beginning of what I had wanted for them.
Around and around the couch M ran.
Around and around the couch J crawled.
All the while both laughing.
J crawling up on M.
M nuzzling J.
It was the first time they were playing, really playing.
I knew they loved each other, you can see it in the way they look at each other.
But the play was something that I wished for.
To know that they are friends.
There are no illusions that it is always going to be rainbows and lollipops.
I already have witnessed a fit or two over who gets to play with what.
I just hope that when they are older that they make the decision that their friendship is ultimatley one of the most important relationships that they could ever foster.
I hope I'm lucky enough to witness that more often that not.