Their relationship was off to a rocky start, being born 21 months apart. Margot was unwell as a baby, and Violet treated her as the usurper she was. They have fought and scratched and bit, they refuse to share, they pick fights and scrap over clothes and toys.
Imagine my joy when we were walking out of the beach yesterday and I overheard this conversation:
Violet (hugging Margot): Look, mom...she's as tall as my heart!
Margot: (wrapping her arms around Violet) My sister...
Violet: I'm your big sister...
(Violet takes Margot's hand and sets off down the path, as I grab the camera)
Margot: My big sister...
Violet: Sometimes I slap you. Sometimes I bite you.
Violet: Sometimes you slap me and bite me. But sometimes we're nice to each other.
They continued on down the trail, till their voices came to me in fragments, Violet pointing out this leaf or that bird to Margot, helping her little sister up when she fell and brushing her knees off, encouraging her when she lagged.
I watched them as they made their progress away from me, with joy in my heart for this moment of peace between them.