Night and day, oil and vinegar, and Little and Jilly. They are that different. Yet, they are best friends. Fair gentle Jilly, and my Little. My rough, larger then life, sassy pants Little. Don't let the description fool you. Jilly is no pansy, and Little isn't always mean. They are uniquely themselves yet fully and truly best friends. At their age it helps that their mothers are BFF's, but even outside of Heather and I being friends they have formed their own little bonds.

It is true that they have cat fights worthy of Jerry Springer (usually instigated by Little). Little thinks it is HI-freaking-larious to steal Jillys cup, ok honestly Jillys anything, and run away as fast as possible. They fight over shoes (what self respecting best friends don't!), and Little has a tendency to go straight for Jillys hair should any thing even slightly offend her. Jilly is queen of the mines, and no Littles- but lets be honest Little needs someone to stand up to her and offer her those restrictions.

Even through all that turmoil they ADORE each other. They share such sweet moments. A grand example is the butterfly. We were all at market on Tuesday this summer. Having a typical breezy kind of afternoon when the girls spotted a butterfly. They all wondered off to chase it. It fluttered near them for a while then flew away. Watching girls chase butterflies is in it's self a lovely picture but the story gets better. Neither of our girls were talking then, but they both used baby signs. I was blessed to have witnessed this conversation, spoken between them without a single word.

Jilly signs: Butterfly
Little signs: butterfly
They both laugh, it flies away.
Little holds out her hands using the general where is it gesture
Jilly signs: butterfly all gone
Little signs: all gone
Then they wonder back to our blankets.

It was one of those moments you know you will savor forever.

They share a lot more nice moments like this now a days. they ask for each other, are overjoyed when they see each other, and as hard as it may be to believe do share (sometimes). They are friends through and through. Some times it get ugly, sometimes surgery sweet (today upon our exit Little laid a BIG sloppy kiss and hug on Jilly), but it is genuine, and I am grateful.

Like day is to night, peas are to carrots; Jillian is to Little.