Sisters

Last night I was awake in bed for quite some time. I was awake, admiring the beauty of my 3 year old. Somehow she convinced us that there was a dinosaur in her room, so she needed to sleep with us. I cave much easier these days, but I must admit that I absolutely love the moments that Emma is curled up next to me in bed. Last night I stared at Emma and could not help but see her little sister Olivia in her. It’s so funny, Olivia’s picture and Emma’s newborn picture look very different, but Olivia looks like a miniature of what Emma looks like right now. Their facial features are exactly the same.

I couldn’t help but picture Emma holding her sweet sister; I can vividly see the look on Emma’s face. She has this smile that is impossible for her to hide, that she smiles when she is doing something she absolutely LOVES. She’d be smiling that smile; my heart has butterflies when I just picture it.

I let my mind wander into the future (which I rarely do). I wondered what they would have been like as sisters when they were teenagers. I wondered what Olivia would have been passionate about. I wondered who she would have married. I pictured Emma and Olivia as sisters with their own babies.

I also noted the fact that Olivia in our family is “Me” in my family growing up. I am the second girl, the third child. Wow, our family would not be complete without me :) And, Wow, our family is not complete without Olivia. She will always be missed. Always.

As much as I feel the stab in my heart that physically takes my breath away when I think about these things, I love that I have two daughters. Sisters. I love my girls, Emelia and Olivia. My heart explodes with love for them. I love to picture the day that Emelia sees her sister, Olivia, in heaven, smiling that “smile”.

I love my girls!

(thought I'd share the "smile" I was speaking of)