I’ve learned in life that there are very few major victories. So we have to cherish them when they are presented in smaller packages. Savour the minor ones. We have had two great victories lately. Putting them on here might help me remember them later. To look back on and reminisce. 
1. John, my 10-year-old son, admitted…out loud…that he misses his sisters when he is gone spending time with his dad. I think he might have thought that’s what we wanted to hear, but still…he spoke the words from his mouth.
2. Ashley, my 13-year-old daughter, admitted that if one of her siblings were dying and needed a bone marrow transplant she would offer to donate…if she was the only match, and if I didn’t demand she do so.
And yet again, it’s the little things.
They USED to get along
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