Dear Girls,
We decided to go out to dinner tonight. It was a last minute decision. As we sat in the restaurant, I slowed down and started listening to you two talk to each other. You (at ages 4 and 7) were trying to decide whether you should change your favorite restaurant to this Mexican place we were at. It required discussion and a consensus. These are important matters, of course.
And like it does quite frequently, my heart burst.
Earlier today you were both so excited telling me about how you got to play together at recess. Then you both squealed with excitement when I found your misplaced Star Wars figurines.
You consult each other frequently. You have no qualms stating loud and proud that you are best friends. You sleep in the same bed when you are uncertain. You share your clothes and costumes. You can’t imagine a Halloween costume that hasn’t been approved by the other. And when something big happens to one of you, the first you seek out to tell is the other.
This period is so short, my girls. You already have outside interests and friends vying for your attention. Your paths are already ever so slowly starting to diverge.
But you still have time to be each other’s bestest and brightest. You still have time when your worlds are still small enough that they revolve around one another and our home. You still have time to sit in that bubble of childhood, unaware that it will one day pop.
And I get to sit here, along for the ride, watching as your friendship grows along with your limbs. I can rest, trusting that the one who have trusted your heart with for the moment is someone I trust your heart with as well.
You will have battles. You will have tears. You will struggle. But I just hope that once these days are past, your friendship will remain like a shadow of the childhood that will forever be your remember when.