I'm one of three.
And then there are these two new siblings in our family.
Recently my uncle turned seventy. There was a small surprise party, and a slew of family, both expected and unexpected, came to celebrate.
He was surprised.
All three of his siblings were there.
I love it when these four are together. They have such good stories from growing up. They laugh a lot. There's usually a corny musical break-out involved.
They're generally wonderful at celebrating each other, and enjoying time spent together. To have known that for as long as I can remember is such a gift.
On the road home, I reflected on these four. They are each different, of course, but I love their common thread. Beyond their memories, the laughs that erupt when they're together, and their singing, they share a beautiful undercurrent of a desire to help and serve other people. Their kids, their friends, their churches, their neighbors.
If siblings are ever meant to leave a collective legacy, based on some divine thread of DNA, I cannot think of a better one.
So for these three.
And these two.
I don't know what our legacies will be, as units. I'm not even convinced we have much control over it.
But I'm so glad for the inspiration from the generation before us.
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