God has blessed me again and again, always my sister, always my friend
I snapped this picture of my two girls yesterday afternoon. Ella gets such a kick out of holding her sister - Libby tolerates it for the most part. Although I have some great pics of them smiling for the camera, I love this one of them just hanging out.
Ella knew before the rest of us that I was pregnant and she was going to have a sister. We thought my chronic illness had just flared again and I was back going to the doctor for many tests and new meds (including an x-ray, CT scan, and MRI - YIKES)!!! Pregnancy was not supposed to be a possibility so we didn't even suspect that outcome. One afternoon I was in the bathroom very, very ill. Ella came in and told me I had a baby in my tummy and that her sister was coming. I immediately dismissed the thought and corrected her. I told her we might adopt again in a few years but that I was not pregnant. I had no idea why she was bringing up babies because it wasn't a subject she ever really talked about. I remember feeling so bad that she would have to wait so long for another sibling. A couple days later, I realized my period was late - very late. I took a test . . . and then another . . . and then another. All positive. It seems our girl was right - her sister was coming.
Ella takes her role as big sister very seriously and loves to help with diapers, pacifiers, and folding burp cloths. She thinks she likes to help feed the baby but usually only lasts for about 30 seconds (can't say I blame her). I love these two sweet little girls and can't wait to see what the future has in store for both of them.
