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Yesterday was a glorious day outside – high in the mid-80’s, breezy and sunny. Maddie rode her bike to school while Cora scootered her way there, so we were all happy as we traveled home in the gorgeous sunshine.

Maddie moves the fastest on her bike, and Cora will often choose to scooter slowly beside me to chat, tell me about her day, and so forth. Yesterday, though, she scootered alongside me silently for a bit before powering on ahead to catch up with Maddie at a crosswalk. After we’d gotten across the street and turned down our last block, Maddie put one foot on the pedal, preparing to take off again.

“Maddie, can you ride more slowly so I can scooter next to you? I’ve got some stuff to tell you,” Cora said. Maddie moved over on the wide lane and Cora began shoving along next to her big sister, who asked, “What do you need to tell me?”

“WELL,” Cora said as Maddie biked slowly next to her, “I had the best day EVER today! I had so much fun in class!”

“What did you do?” Maddie asked companionably, and Cora was off like a verbal rocket, chattering happily about all the things she just HAD to share with her big sis.

I watched Maddie wobbling down the street in an effort to go slow enough to stay with Cora and I think my heat stretched two sizes bigger to see their heads bent towards each other, happily talking about the day. And not just that – to see them being deliberately kind towards each other rather than end-of-the-day-exhausted impatient with each other. To see them actually WANT to talk to each other, and choosing to spend time with a sister not just as a relative but as a friend.

It was just one of those moments that made it one of those Really Great Days.