When I was pregnant with Noah, I would often daydream about what it would be like to have two boys.
I thought about what an amazing gift I was giving to Nathan - a brother, a lifetime friend, a partner in crime.
I would smile at the imaginary life they hadn't yet lived and prayed that with only a two year age difference that they would be much closer than my sister and I were.
After Noah was born, reality set in.
Life was not all puppies and rainbows and Nathan seemed more annoyed than anything else.
It seemed that I have spent the last two years just surviving and trying to keep the peace. It seemed my fantasy of brotherhood was just that - a fantasy.
And then lately life started evolving. Noah began looking up to his big brother and wanted to imitate everything he did.
Magically the boys started getting a long. They started getting along and even started playing together.
I thought it was the calm before the storm. I was so skeptical of this new found friendship. I was convinced that they were up to something.
Instead their friendship is growing - their bond is starting to develop and at every smile and every laugh my heart melts just a little.
Having a brother must be the best feeling in the world.