This is how I find my two most mornings when they are lounging about on our bed.
It fair makes my heart swell.
Mia utterly adores her older brother. Dan looks on his little sister as his own little charge.
They love each other, they hate each other, they can never be separated for too long.
They lie like this when they’re watching TV together and every now and again she will glance up at him to check he’s OK and maybe hug him just a little tighter.
He will acknowledge her little sign of love by raising his hand ever so slightly and patting her on the back.
As a parent, it really is the most adorable moment and I stand on the edge of this little scene, a smile on my face and a glow in my heart.
Of course, seconds later they are wrestling and using clothes, skin, hair to grab on to, to go in for the kill.
One of them will end up crying, the other will blame everyone and everything and someone will stomp off and sulk in their room.
The peace is shattered and tensions are high.
But I’ve seen how they really feel about each other and it fills me with hope that this is the life they are carving out for their future.
A future which, like every parent (and especially Jo Bo who also wrote about this with her two girls), I hope means they will always be there for each other.
And it makes me smile. x