I know they are coming. And there is no way to stop them.
The fights. Fights over toys. Clothes. Food. Blankets/stuffed animals. Pets. Seats in the car. Chores. TV. Clothes. Friends. Boyfriends. Space. Money. Sharing. Opening gifts. Books. Did I mention clothes? All sisters fight. Add in the fact that they are the same age, and we will be battling twice as much.
This is a part of life. One I'm mentally trying to prepare for. But I'm hoping that with a bit of luck and some loving guidance, in between the fighting will be moments like this: