Anyone who has siblings, or more than one child knows that part of life with brothers and sisters is fighting. As the mother of these four, it seems like life is mostly fighting. But then, just when I needed to see it, I witness their love for one another. I walked into the living room to see the older three children playing "Sorry" (yes, a highly competitive game) and allowing their two-year-old sister to take part. They didn't have to include her, they could have asked me to provide a distraction for the wild-haired toddler and I would have. But instead, they showed her some love. Bonus: the game ended without anyone fighting!
I had to include this additional picture of Willa's "game pieces:"