Sisters

Have I ever mentioned how much I completely admire the girls? I am constantly amazed by them. They are so much smarter, funnier, loving than I give them credit for. They have the best memories, which sometimes gets me in trouble, and the sweetest voices. I know I've mentioned, never on this blog though, loads of times about how blessed I am to see the relationship of sisters. Honestly. Not having a sister growing up I didn't know what it meant to have one. I never wanted one. Well, maybe once or twice but that was it. I love my brothers. They were the greatest friends a kid could ask for. We did everything together. We were rough, tough and punched each other when we wanted to say I love you. Brothers are great! But as I see my own girls grow and learn from each other and the bond between them strengthen, my heart wishes I had a sister.

When Haylee was in school this last year she would come home and teach Maycie the song she had learned that day. She taught Maycie how to raise her hand when she has a question. I think Haylee has taught Maycie more than I have. I love watching the way they work together. They will sit quietly coloring or laughing their heads off because one of them made a silly noise. Haylee has an extreme amount of patience for Maycie, and has since the day she was born. When Maycie was a baby, Haylee would be the first one to sing to her, give her a binky, or try to comfort her. Maycie downright adores Haylee. It happens at least once a day that Maycie will get hurt or upset and she turns to Haylee.

Haylee has always been the protector of Maycie. She isn't afraid to stand up to anybody, especially if Maycie needs help. I can't even remember all the times Haylee has confronted a group of older kids and demands to know who pushed her sister down. I love seeing this. I know that when Maycie gets olds she will always feel safe. When I was in elementary school I remember one afternoon quite often. School had just ended for the day and I was playing with my jump rope outside. I don't know why but I set it down for some reason. After playing on the playground for a while with my big brother Dallas we had to walk across the blacktop on our way home. That's when I saw a big 6th grader playing with my jump rope. He wasn't jumping with it like it was meant to be used, he was whipping the rope around and stretching it out and stomping on the handles. Watching this kid play with my jump rope like that made me mad, I wanted it back. I shyly told Dallas that was my jump rope. To my surprise Dallas walked right up to this kid and told him that it was my jump rope and he needed to give it back. This kid proceeded to shove Dallas and tell him to mind his own business. The words went back and forth a little bit then they started punching each other. I'm sure my eyes were the size of softballs. I was so scared for my brother. I remember screaming at Dallas to forget the jump rope, I didn't care about it anymore. I was so shocked that my big brother was in a fight because of me but what he said at the end of the fight is what has stuck with me. He was holding the jump rope in his hand and said "Don't ever mess with my little sisters stuff again!" That was the end of it. I grabbed his backpack and we started running for home. The entire walk home I was so proud of my brother. I knew that if I needed it, he would be there for me. I know he had a bloody nose and a stretched out shirt but I didn't care. At that moment he was my hero. I hope it doesn't take a fist fight for Maycie to understand how much Haylee loves her. But if it ever happens, I know she'll never forget it.

From the time Maycie could crawl, Haylee has walked slower so she could keep up. One day I took a picture of it happening as the two of them headed towards the park. I have seen this repeat over and over again, it melts my heart every time I watch them head off together. Sometimes I can't help but take a picture. I know I have enough of these to make a book but to me, each picture is a picture of pure love. I have a couple of my favorites to share. I hope your heart goes "awwwwe" when you look at them because that is how I feel every time.

 

 

My cousin Jen took this picture. The picture itself is beautiful but the quote she added to it makes it perfection. I get a little teary eyed each time I look at this one.