One day they fell asleep on my bed when they were watching a tv show together.
Another day the littlest one woke up from a nap before his sister. Loneliness took hold and he looked at me and said, "i"? "i"? I nodded my head and he went to find her.
He found her still sleeping in the playroom, opened the door cautiously, quietly, then knelt beside his big sister and rubbed her back until she was awake. A boy who does not always portray gentleness, this day embodied tenderness. An act of love. Sincere; beautiful.
They have also been seen watching Wimbledon together bonding over their love of lollipops.
And cuddling before bedtime reading stories together.
Inseparable.
