Grace had a tantrum during our "airport moment" because Mollie didn't know who she was and wouldn't kiss her.
There were also moments early on when I thought Grace was going to hate her new siblings forever and vice versa. We called Charlie & Grace the Weasley Twins (and still do) because for certain the only times they got along was when they were managing mischief.
But then one day I realized their fights were no longer born of fear or insecurity, but plain old sibling rivalry. Charlie & Grace discovered they had similar energy levels and interests: gymnastics, Little Einsteins, dress up, Ninjago, dancing, eating, and idolizing Henry. Grace began including Mollie in more of her traditionally "girlie" pursuits and found that they both could cook a mean wooden food soup, had an affinity for cell phones, tutus, and My Little Ponies, that when it came to stuffed animals, Ketchup, or Snappea Crisps--more is always better.
I am so moved by the work that God is doing in each of their hearts. It's an encouragement to my weary soul. He's truly knitting those three together. They play so well together out of thin air, creating a world full of dragons and fairies and ninjas and babies out of nothing but a blanket and all the couch cushions. I often hear then telling each other they like one another or that they're each other's best friends.
I rarely am concerned that Grace & Charlie are secretly plotting to take over the world and make us their minions. (I mean I'm certain they have a plan in place, just that they're delaying putting it into operation. At least until they get more chocolate chips.)
But Grace got a medal at school today during an Olympics game. She promptly gave it to Mollie for being the best little sister ever. And then she said, "Sorry Charlie. I don't have anuvah medal for you. But you are my bestest 4 year old brother and I love you." He said, "I loves you too!" And then squeezed her tight til they fell over laughing.