Roomies

I found myself drawn to the little space of carpet in front of my two little ladies door tonight. That is right. One door, two ladies. Together.

Secrets. Giggles. Serenades. Passing the stuffed rattle sheep...

I layed in front of their door dreaming of the future of their sisterhood. "They're gonna be good friends," I thought to myself.

I have four of the best sisters in the entire world and I know that late night chats, slapping wars, and bed sharing had to make some kind of contribution to our awesome relationships. I remember singing at the top of our lungs and then pretending to be asleep when our mom came upstairs to see who was making all that racket.

"I don't know who was singing Colors of the Wind, Mom. I was sleeping the whole time. Strange."

There's just something about that blue corn moon....anyway.

I know one thing, I couldn't stop smiling listening to Claire sing the honey bunch song over and over again to Macy so she would stop crying. Especially because she would get stuck, broken record style, saying the "pumy-umy-umy-umy-umy-umy-umy-umy-mkin part every time. So lovely!

I would be lying if I said I wasn't looking forward to the day when I come upstairs ready to give them a piece of my mind because I am trying to sleep, only to find them fast asleep.

Fakers. I know that game. I invented that game!