This is Marc and Arwen. My two children, also known most lovingly by me, the Knuckleheads. It'd be easy to say that moments like this don't happen often in my household, but thankfully, that's not true.
Marc was 11 years old when Arwen was born. Granted, she scared him at first because he thought her uncanny resemblance to ET was just a bit weird. But he warmed up...eventually.
Don't get me wrong. It isn't always sunshine and roses. After all, she is 3 years old now. She plays with mp3 players, Rock Band and cellphones when she is neither asked or invited to. And one, "Arwen don't!" from Marc can turn her sunshine to a cloudy day in one second. But here's the thing: he always, and I mean ALWAYS will tell her after he hurts her tender little feelings that he's sorry and he loves her.
And of course, a kiss is always expected.
To Arwen, Marc is a playmate, a horse, a protector, a human jungle gym, a pet doggie and her big brother. To Marc, Arwen is a source of unending entertainment, a pain in the neck, a reminder to do his best and his baby sister. They are so much a part of each other not only because their DNA dictates it, but by choice.
Oh my goodness, melt my heart!
Posted by: {JeLisa} @ Blogging Ever After | April 17, 2010 at 03:57 PM