There is something about spending time with your siblings that slows the world down just enough that you appreciate the moments all the more. The wind coming in through the open window, the reminiscing. The shared laughter that took years of growing up to come.
You remember how your brother’s hands have been there for you, to catch you when you stumble on knobby 9 year old knees, or now when they steady your arm when you take a shot, either at pocked, target, or board.
You remember your sister holding your hand in the backseat of the car, whispering secrets to you as a little girl. You remember the hugs after months of sporadic long distance conversation. Or a reassuring squeeze.
You share dating horror stories. You share heartbreak. Good habits and bad. You tell each other that tomorrow will be different. It will, because you have each other. No matter the boundaries, or county lines.
You always have each other. To call. To write. To lament. To make an ass out of yourself and each other. To love unconditionally because unlike anyone else in the world you share a past, blood, and the combined traits of the people that raised you. And you always know, that no matter what you have each other in the future.