Marlo is sometimes good about playing on her own — not nearly as good as Leta was at her age — but I noticed last Saturday morning that even when I’m playing with her, she will take a break every so often to go see what Leta’s doing. She’ll crawl up beside her and sometimes get a little too up in Leta’s personal space, but she just wants to be a part of whatever it is. I so understand this feeling as a younger sister, the awe and esteem I had for my sister growing up. How lucky they are to have each other.