Fae and Rory
The love of siblings might be what convinces me to have another baby . . .
but don't tell my husband I said that. There is just something so special about watching a little one love on their baby. The kisses. The handholds. The joy of making the baby laugh. The snuggles.
I witnessed it when my second child was born, but since my third was born, the sibling love has just been overflowing and fills my heart daily. My baby smiles the biggest smiles when her big sisters greet her in the morning. If she sleeps for too long, her sisters ask me again and again when she will finally wake up. She will not eat if her sisters are in the same room because she wants to smile at them, look at them, play with them.
Does she laugh for me? Sometimes. Maybe. If she is in the right mood. But her sister? She laughs her biggest and longest giggles for her. She laughs when her sister jumps. She laughs when her sister talks. She laughs when her sister laughs. She always has giggles for her sister.
When she is hurt her sisters check on her. When she cries her sisters cry. When her sisters go to bed each night, they ask for baby snuggles.
I never anticipated this when I dreamed of becoming a mom. I never anticipated the joy that my heart would feel as I witnessed the tenderness and love between my littles. Definitely my favorite mom surprise.