"I Broke My Leg"

...this is a phrase I hear daily.

When one "breaks" their leg, we go through the typical routine. Lay on the couch and put pillows under the affected area. Yesterday's "break" was no different than the day before, until...

Ella stepped in. She heard Katie "broke" her leg and then took action (I was able to capture the moment on camera without the girls knowledge. Thank you long lens).

"Oh, Katie, you broke your "yeg" (leg)? I will get you some ice and a towel..."

"Ella, that ice is a little too cold, will you get the peas?" Ella hurries off to the freezer and comes back with a (almost empty) bag of peas...

"ahhh... much better". Within minutes the "broken" leg was healed, thanks to a sweet little sister. Just a note about Ella. We had only had Katie a few short months when I started feeling strongly about having another child. People thought we were insane, especially because Katie had at least two major surgeries coming up. But I continued to have a strong feeling that Katie needed a sister. A forever friend to go through this life with. So when Katie was 13 months old, we found out we were pregnant... and a few months later we learned it would be a girl... a sister for Katie and a sweet addition to our family. Their relationship is far from perfect. At least a few fights a day... but there is a strong bond between the two. Ella came with a helpful heart and a sweet personality. I am So grateful for her and her willingness to serve her sister and now brother...

Love you Little Miss Ella!