Brothers and sisters are probably some of the best gifts a parent can give a child. They are built-in playmates as well as facilitators of some of life's most valuable lessons.
I imagine it's better to write separate, shorter blogs giving thanks for each of my siblings than to try to squish the three of them into one longer one together. So, today I am thanking God for my older Brother.
Our childhood together was awesome, we built forts, made our own stone soup, went on adventures our parents never knew about, and always made it home in time for dinner. (disclaimer: I do not recommend adventures without parental knowledge.) In high school we shared the same friends and ran around together. I'm sure we fought and argued at times, but honestly, I mostly remember getting along like great friends.
As adults, our friendship has continued to be nothing short of wonderful. We have lived near each other for most of our adult life and never grow tired of each other's company. (I never grow tired of his, and I'm going to assume it's mutual.) He and my husband are close friends as well.
I would like to know what my parents did right to foster such a loving relationship between their children so I can do the same with mine. If I had to guess, I would say it was probably just enjoying leisure time and playing together as a family. I'm not sure. I hope that whatever it is, I am doing it as I raise my children.
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