Raising little best friends is wild

 Raising little best friends is wild.

One minute they are screaming because someone breathed wrong.
The next minute they are curled up together like they can’t survive without each other.

It is watching them steal snacks from the pantry as a team.
It is hearing them laugh so hard they forget they were fighting ten seconds ago.
It is realizing they don’t just love each other.
They choose each other. Every day.

And yeah, it’s messy.
It’s loud.
It tests your patience in ways you didn’t know were possible.

But it is also the sweetest thing you will ever witness.
Because you’re not just raising kids.
You’re raising soulmates that grew up under the same roof.

Little best friends who will carry each other through their whole lives. 

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