Monday, December 17, 2018

My Best Friend

The both of you are at different stages, Eva you are one, Angelo you are four.  So Angelo, you want to play rough, and wrestle, and play cars, and although Eva wants to play with you, she is still a baby and sometimes gets hurt easily.

Eva, you can be a little witch.  Sometimes you will poke Angelo and if he screams or whines, you laugh and poke at him even more. 

Although it's a little funny, it does make my heart ache, because I want both of you to be close, and love each other, and be there for each other.

This Saturday we were all playing in the living room.  Swords, transformers, cars, and a little wrestling.  I head off to the kitchen to make breakfast and hear the both of you laughing.  I check the living room and both of you are laughing and playing, and Angelo says, "She's my best friend."

My heart ached, but this time in a good way.

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