While it's MIA, I'm going to do everyone a favor and throw in some old pictures in these posts, because there's only so many cell phone pictures you can look at before your vision starts to fade. Well. My cell phone, anyway. (I love my phone. I do. Can't live without it. But it does not replace my camera.)
I was racking my brain while putting Sam to bed about what I can post for today (yeah, I know, it's tomorrow). Hope. I hope a lot of things. I hope for a lot of things. I just couldn't put my finger on what, exactly, would embody hope for me, and I've been trying to tie the posts into a general Christmas theme, but they don't have to, and if there isn't one there then I'm not going to stretch and push and pinch and pull til it fits. The result would be awkward for everyone.
So this picture came to mind...
My babies. This is one of the very few pictures I have of them, because a) Natalie really doesn't care to have her picture taken and b) she doesn't usually care to sit still, either. There used to be a c) Natalie prefers to pretend her sister isn't there, but that's been changing. Adjusting from being an only was hard, I think.
This picture was the first time Natalie volunteered to hold Sam (come to think of it, it was probably the only time.) She was playing on the floor in a nest of blankets and pillows, and I brought Sam in the room and asked her "Can Sam come play?" Natalie held her arms out and said "C'mer, Sham! C'mer!" and snuggled her for about 30 seconds, and I called the record book people...
But they play together. They laugh together. Natalie runs in circles and jumps up and down, on and off furniture, and Sam watches her from the jumperoo, head swiveling back and forth and laughing until she's gasping. They splash each other and fight over toys in the bathtub. When Natalie is crying, Sam screams and squeals. When Sam cries, Natalie tells her "Sham, don' cwy! Sham, is ok! Whas wrong?"
They're sisters. And they're becoming friends.
So I hope they keep making each other laugh. I hope they keep comforting each other when one is crying.
I hope they treasure the bond they've been given. I hope they will share it further should they ever be blessed with more siblings. I hope that Natalie will embrace her role as "big sister", as my big sisters have, and be there with an outstretched hand if Sam needs one. I hope that Sam will enjoy being the "little sister", and encourage Natalie and lift her up.
I hope they'll always be there for each other.