Wrap me up.
Wrap me with your love.
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Equality
It’s one of those moments in life where you realize . . .
Maybe they were listening after all.
At the dinner table, our third-borne was lamenting about the unfairness of it all when our second-borne calmly, and matter-of-factly, repeated my exact words:
“Emma, it’s not equal at the same time. It’s equal over time.”
I smiled at her.
Yes.
Yesssssss.
That’s what I’ve been saying, all along.
When you have multiple children, they are always concerned about equality.
She gets this, so I should get it, too.
An impossible task, day-to-day.
Instead, it’s not equal today, child.
But in time, it all levels out.
Not equal at the same time.
Equal over time.
Equal over time.
All Was Well
20 months apart, it appeared nothing could separate them.
Until our third arrived.
The eldest went to school, leaving the middle to be a big sister on her own for the very first time.
She took it lovingly and ever-so-seriously, out of which an unbreakable bond was formed.
The Middles.
#2 and #3, inseparable, especially when #1 returned from school.
So, we had # 4 . . .
and all was well, again.
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Harper
And no matter the shadows,
She marches to the beat of her own drum.
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Once Upon a Time . . .
there were two inseparable sisters.
20 months apart one had never known life without the other.
Until there were three.
The second, no longer only the shadow of the first, had a choice.
Follow or lead?
The third met the fourth.
And life changed.
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