"you slept in my bed, didn't you, Bella?"
"are we going to go play now?
"yeah we are...are you my special sister?
(insert adorable hugging noises here)
I couldn't believe the sweetness I was hearing. As foggy as my mind was, I remember thinking that I hope they always love each other that much, that they always care that much and that they always stay that close.
Sisters are special.
I rolled over and expected to find that it was 3 or 4am. Nope, 7:15am. Not too shabby.