When I say that Parker adores his sister, I really mean it. He cannot get enough of her. It is the sweetest thing I have ever witnessed. There is not a time that he walks past her that he does not hug, kiss, or hold her hand.
On the long drive back from NYC, Parker sat in the middle and Matilda was in the back. Parker kept telling us that he needed to see her. When the drive was finally over he ran to her and gave her a hug like he had not seen her in months.
Maybe he is trying to make up for lost time. Maybe he realizes how close he was to losing his baby sister. Maybe he feels the same way about her as I do; maybe he really is in love.
It is hard for me to imagine such an endless love for a sibling. I am the youngest of five; I don't remember any of my siblings doting over my every move. Matilda is happiest when her brother is nearby; I can relate to that. I expected that. But for the older sibling to push past jealousy; I could not be more proud.
We spent all of Monday at the hospital, celebrating Matilda's health. Parker was a champ, he only acted out a few times and it was mostly because he was tired and hungry. For the most part, he enjoyed showing off his sister and was excited to tell everyone that "she is feeling good, she is not big yet, and they should not touch her - that be naughty".
I am not sure how long this love will last. I hope forever. I will soak it up as much as I can now, just in case.
