With Avelyn at school every day, these two get plenty of time together.
That means there’s also plenty of screaming and fighting, but amidst the chaos there is a sweet connection these two share.
I never had a sister.
But these girls of ours will always have two. I flounder at times, uncertain about what’s normal for their sibling connections to look like. They fight. A LOT. They kick and hit each other.
You know how sometimes the camera clicks and you know you got a shot that captures her perfectly, in this moment?
RIGHT THERE. That’s Brin.
As a foolish teenager I used to broil in the summer sun. Under the guise of beauty, I’d coat myself with tanning oils and perch under the blazing sunlight, hoping to get a nice tan.
I just found this old photo from the winter on Steve’s phone and I love it so hard: Avelyn’s closed eyes and toothless grin, Karenna’s wild smile and Brinley’s stubby arms stretched overhead.
I remember when I had my first baby. She was a little overdone.