Witnessing a moment like this takes my breath away. It will just happen. I'm cleaning up the kitchen after breakfast and I peer through the window into the sun room and will catch them playing and laughing together.
They are very much sisters. They fight, they hug, they kiss, they make each other laugh, they play, they love. Genes don't play a role in this relationship, but Kennadie doesn't understand having a sibling in any other way. A while ago, she even thanked me for adopting her. Ha! Although I did explain to her that she wasn't adopted, I kind of love that she said this. Biological or not, it doesn't matter one bit. Their relationship is based on creating memories and spending time together and learning to feel secure with each other. Watching them together is exactly how I imagined it would be. It's even better.
We have begun to settle into new routines and what once was unfamiliar has now become familiar- waking up to two little ones every morning, grocery shopping with two, watching Kennadie at swim class while distracting Little One away from the pool, two smiling at me each day, checking on two every night before we head off to bed. It's more than I could have ever dreamed for.