This was the scene at our house early this morning. Ten-year-old E. only very rarely comes to our bed anymore, but last night he had a bad dream, so I settled him in next to his sis.
I don't think that anything gives me as much pleasure as a parent as seeing how important my four children are to each other. And the sweetness that the three bigger kids show to their baby sister pretty much melts me. Having a lot of children sometimes makes me feel like my head may explode, but most of the time, it's a Good Thing.
After losing my father last month, I realize more than ever that the message he drilled into my brother, sister and me was really true: friends can be fickle, and you will eventually be without your parents, but your siblings are forever.
