They are nineteen months apart and similar enough in size for people to ask before really looking, “are they twins?”. Most agree that they look quite different from each other; one more like her mama, the other like her daddy. And their personalities are also very different. Sometimes the eldest hugs far too tight or resorts to a push or hit to stop the little sister from taking something. The younger one has this liking for for knocking over towers and she thinks that to dart in, steal a toy, and dart off is the greatest fun. I am called to wipe tears caused by the other one fairly regularly in the day and they are still learning how to play together. And I hope that when they are grown, that they will be dear friends.