Quite a while ago I wrote a little thing about how different my children are from each other.
One is older, the other younger.
One is a peacamaker, the other battles through obstacles with willful indignation.
One is a gentle spirit, the other independent.
One is all logic, the other all emotion.
One is quick to make friends, the other is cautious.
One jumps in feet first without a backward glance, the other dips a toe to test the water.
One assumes that all square pegs must always go in square holes, the other assumes that square pegs were meant to be altered to fit whatever hole is desired.
One is going to be a doctor or lawyer or indian chief, the other is going to be whatever-I-dang-well-please-and-no-one-can-stop-me-thankyouverymuch.
One goes along with the gentle sway of the tide waiting for the right moment to come, the other fights against the ebbs and flows with an unbreakable determination to win a useless battle of the ages.
One is destined for greatness simply because that is what is expected of oneself, the other is destined for greatness because settling for less would be unacceptable.
Both are loved beyond measure.
The above is just visible proof. On the left, Elijah cleaned up the crayons and his colored pencils. On the right, Katie cleaned up the crayons and her pencils.