Far Apart, Yet So Close

My two daughters are eight years apart. Just two years shy of a decade. A decade. And I honestly wouldn’t have it any other way.

Once upon a time I dreamed of the day when I would grow up and have a family of my own. I imagined what my family would look like and of course, my children would be close in age. And unlike my brother and I, who are a year apart, did when we were littles they would get along perfectly. They would be the best of friends.

Only in real life the story played out much differently. I had my first child early. And although many would say that I had my second late (for a while I even bought into that) she actually came right on time. Each time I see them together this sentiment is affirmed.

My oldest always wanted a little brother or sister. This was her dream come true. And as we Disney mamas (and Cinderella) know:

“A dream is a wish your heart makes…”

Not long after she had learned of the news – that a tiny sibling was coming – she told me this:

“You know how you made my dream come true? You made mine because I always wanted a baby brother or sister.”

And as it would turn out she and her sister are the best of friends. She tells me often while her actions show me always. When the two of them interact with each other it’s almost as if they’ve known one another for years. Laying on the floor in a fit of giggles or sitting at the dining table exchanging words for babbles (and repeated words since Lola loves repeating what we all say). Greeting each other in the morning as if they’ve ran into a long lost friend. Hugging tightly as if they never want to let go.

My oldest has yet to tell me that she wishes I had her sister earlier. Or that her little sister being so little makes this whole sibling deal less sweet. She’s happy that she gets to be a big sister to the person she loves so much. The person she plays with, prays for, and at one time dreamed about.

Because she and I know this to be true. The love that they share transcends time. Long before they met, they were destined to be together.

Our story has unfolded just the way it was intended to. A mixture of wishes and God’s perfect plan. And it’s even better than we dreamed it could be. The two of them have a love so pure, so sweet, and so strong, that from time to time I almost want to pinch myself just to make sure that I’m not dreaming. Because this is my dream come true too.

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