Suddenly, I noticed a change - a change in the volume of noise in my house. Not exactly silence, but... no yelling, either. No fighting. I looked up. I stopped what I was doing and I just stared.
It was pretty new to me, and I wasn't sure what to do - yell, scream for my husband to come upstairs to witness this phenomena, or call my mom.
But I just continued staring, quietly. I wanted nothing more than to just take it all in, because it was something I was not used to seeing.
I knew the day would come. I just didn't realize how quickly the day would come, and how amazing it would be to witness. To see what I was seeing was a beautiful thing. I knew there would be many more days like this to come, and I guess I was sort of in a state of shock and happiness.
You see. My two boys, my two children, the loves of my life? They were playing together. Nicely. They were talking to eachother, laughing. Bonding. Brothers.
My boys are now best friends. They ask for each other as soon as they wake up in the morning, and when the other is not around, they are not as happy.
The moments when you witness your children playing together, laughing with one another, giggling, smiling, happy together - that makes your heart want to burst with happiness, doesn't it?
Yup... seeing siblings playing together makes being a mom a totally awesome thing. And everyday, my two boys are getting even closer.
Right now, they chase eachother on their plasma cars, giggling with delight. Our hardwood floors are taking a beating at the same time, but to see them laughing uncontrollably together? Totally worth every scratch.