Growing up, I had a sister. She was just over a year older than me, and we were always together. We shared friends, we walked to school every day together, we rode bikes together, her on her pink huffy with the banana seat and me on a blue dirt bike, and we even shared a room. Which, by the way, neither of us favored. Although, oddly enough, we really missed when we were in high school and moved to a bigger house where we finally had our own rooms. It was like the Brady Bunch though, a bathroom in between, so it was often left open so we could still do our "sister thang".
After I had Lilla, I knew I wanted her to have a sister. I couldn't imagine her growing up without that special connection that sisters have. I have had many a friend without a sister and they have often tried to build that same bond with my sister and I, but unfortunately, it's not the same. Then, I've had other friends with a sister, which they are unable to get along with or forge any type of relationship with. I think that is just plain sad. It's like God has given them a friend for life, and it's never materialized.
Anyway, I really hoped Lilla would have that bond and friendship that is so rare in this life with a sister. When I found out Anna was a girl, I was really so happy for both of them. I love that they are going to get the experience of someone with them their whole life through. Shared experience, shared homes, shared lives.
So, all that to say, this picture I took the other day, just makes my heart go pitter patter. I love the hug, the expression and the closeness of the two, wearing the same shirt, where you can't tell where one begins and the other ends. Just beautiful.