On to sisters.
I'm an only child. I hate being an only child. Ok, hate is a strong word. I really really really dislike being an only child. I did from the start. Ya, I guess it had a few perks, but not too many. None that compare to what I see in my girls already. My (almost) 5 year old daughter got my 4 month old to laugh today for the first time. This wasn't just a squeel with glee kinda laugh. This was a full on belly laugh. Aili was just making funny faces, funny noises, making raspberries and Gwen was going nuts. Kicking, wiggling, smiling and then this laugh. This baby belly chuckle that only her big sister can get from her. I tried. I failed. Frank tried. Frank failed.
The way Gwen responds to Aili is amazing. When she sees Aili her eyes light up, her mouth contorts into this huge toothless drooly grin. It's like they have his connection...I can't explain it because I have never experienced it. I just hope it never goes away. I hope that I can help that connection grow and tend to it if it bruises.
And I'm jealous of it. Is that possible? I have wonderful strong connection with my kick ass husband, with a few great friends....but nothing like Aili and Gwen share.

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