Peyton and Rhett used to be referred to as "the little ones." When Flynn came along, they became "the middle ones." Peyton was exactly 2 years old when Rhett was born. For as long as I can remember, they have been grouped together. It has always been Peyton and Rhett. And that is just the way they like it.
I remember carrying Peyton around before Rhett was born. She was my baby. My mother warned me that when I saw her for the first time after the new baby was born, she might look a bit older. Well as they say...mother knows best! When my little Peyton walked into the hospital room for the first time to see her baby brother, I cried. My little Peyton looked like a giant compared to my newborn! In she marched, sucking on her binky and clutching her blankie. At that moment she became a big sister, and she is the best big sister around. She took to caring for Rhett like a second mother. I remember like it was yesterday her picking out which sesame street diaper he would wear, or what color sippy cup he would use. She used to call him" my little buddy," but it came out bubby. To this day, Rhett's nickname is Bubby.
Rhett is a wonderful brother. He has endured way too many games of Strawberry Shortcake Memory and watched his fair share of Disney princess movies. He was so patient with Peyton when she wanted to play just one more game of grocery store or kitchen center. These two just go together. They balance each other so well. Peyton is the organizer to Rhett's chaos and he is the confidence to her uncertainty. They have collected Dum Dum lollipop wrappers to buy prizes and have had too many clubs to count. I feel so blessed they have each other. And I know that despite the occasional disagreements, (ok... fights!) they feel the same. They will always have a best friend in each other. For that I am thankful.