Sisters

When I was a kid, I wanted lots and lots of children. I had them all named and numbered and I knew exactly in what birth order each brother and sister would be born. Then, "poof", I was no longer nine years old and hit reality.

Once I was married I thought the ideal number would be three. Two boys and then a girl. I had various reasons for this and when it turned out that I would actually have one boy and then two girls, I was not sure how all my pre-conceived (no pun intended) ideas would play out. After all, I had the entire dynamic played out in my brain, the relationships and quirks decided and it all fit well in my head.

I am glad that the Lord had His own plans as I would have missed out on this exchange between my girls in the truck on the way to my mother's for Thankgiving...

"Are you tired?" Xena softly asked C'sa, seeing her resting her head on the side of her carseat.

"Hmm-hmm", was the sleepy reply from a thumb sucking C'sa.

"Aww, just go to sleep." Xena whispered as she stroked C'sa cheek and kissed her on the forehead.

It took everything I had not to gush out loud and ruin this small intimate exchange between two small sisters. What I would have missed had "my way" played out. Boy am I glad I am not in control.

Have a Happy Thanksgiving.