My siblings and I haven’t all lived in the same city, or sometimes even the same state, except sporadically since I was around eleven. I stayed in Alabama for a long time even after they wandered, until Tom and I moved to Texas. I felt–and still feel–fortunate every time we’re together, usually on holidays, sometimes for sad occasions, sometimes for happy ones. It’s funny how easily we slip back into our roles as oldest, middle, and youngest child when we’re together, even though we’ve been adults for a LONG time. At least a decade and a half in my case. 😉
Three of my favorite people–Josh, Sarah, and Gina–have gotten to become adults together with only a couple of separations. They’ve been there for the births of one another’s children, for all the happy and challenging life events. They still have fun together. They’re still all friends, and friends with their other-halfs. They party together, work out together, celebrate holidays together, sometimes travel together. They support the varied interests among them, and help take care of one another’s kids.
For the first time now, all three of them will be living in different states. I know what it’s like to miss your brother and sister(s). The adjustments are big. Even though social media keeps us closer and able to share more about our daily lives, it’s not the same, I know, as being able to drop into each other’s houses, shop together, share a pizza (or sushi?), play a game, go for a run or to a movie.
But I promise you, the bonds you’ve formed are powerful. No time apart, no distance, will ever break them. And every time you get to be together, it’ll be as if you were never apart. I always say the greatest gifts my parents ever gave me were David and Debby. I’m so glad the three of you have each other and share so much love.
You’ll always be a strong three.
Love,
Aunt Becky
That’s really sweet.
Thanks, Mark.