I love my sister a lot. And before we were adults I was in awe of my sister. For years and years I thought she was the shit. (of course she still is). For years and years she thought I was a little girl.
While I was at home I said to my brother Jake, "when a 20 year old like you wears those pants..." The next day he turned 30. Oops.
I know in my rational brain what my siblings ages are (or I can figure it out). But in my subconscious they are always the same age. From watching my children start to love each other I am starting to get it a bit more. Miriam at exactly 12 months is obsessed with her sister. Junia is "the shit." And perhaps for much of their future lives she will be...
What a wonderful gift to watch these little girls love each other and drive each other crazy!