Love

Z adores her brother and she's very concerned that their lives are in synch. If I ask her if she wants a snack, her first response is usually to inquire if D wants a snack as well. And really, the two spend the vast majority of their lives together, other than the half hour in the afternoon when she is still sleeping after he emerges from rest time. This morning, I took Z on a couple of errands while D went with Daddy to do errands. As we wheeled through Target, Z called out repeatedly, "D, are you?" (Where are you?) It was inconceivable to her that he was not also somewhere within those same four walls. I'm so hopeful that he will be kind to her and love her well, that her hero worship will be received with delight, and that she will bless him, too.