Siblings

Last week at Lagoon, one of the little ones was upset because she didn't get an icecream cone. Without parental prompting, her older sister immediately offered hers. I'm not sure why, in all of the chaos, that was so poignant to this observer, but I've considered that simple gester a great deal since. The only explanation for such a selfish act is pure love. Don't get me wrong, I know what it's like to be a sibling. It's hard sometimes. We have different personalities, talents, and expectations. Sometimes we bicker. . . other times we full on fight. Always--we make up.

How is it possible to feel so close to 3 people? How is is possible that their happinness is so tightly linked to mine? How do they know when I need them most? They are my best friends. They know all my stories. They share my memories. They remember my bad hair styles, crushes, and mistakes. They look past my weaknesses and rely on my strengths. They are my favorite people to laugh with and some of the few I will cry with. My relationship with each is different, but we all know that regardless of what life brings. . .we'll always have eachother. There is comfort in that. There is comfort in knowing we've always been together. There is comfort in knowing we always will be.
Hugs to Kimmy, Ry, and Beak. Good night. Love you. See you in the morning.