There’s really nothing terribly special about our family — we are as dysfunctional as the next (though, not nearly as dysfunctional as the one in which I grew up). Somehow through fights and growing pains and tantrums and happy meal toys, three little kids grew up into three pretty-much-adults with this odd feeling of connection. I’m not one to take credit for it, but I do enjoy what passes for their random displays of affection, and I love that they like spending time together. Not having brothers around me as I grew up, however, meant that the interplay of sarcasm was a very new experience for me that required some getting used to — including the discovery that, to my horror, the older they got, the more disgusting the humor got, too.
But if there’s anything I’ve learned during this time watching people grow up, it is that the love does show through the cracks, and it makes me feel as though, at the end of the day, I can put a check through that To Do item: Make family appreciate family. Done. Even when DangerBoy grabs TheCop’s phone to prank his brother when he texts. I love this. It makes everything worth it — even if I’m forced to live love in the time of sarcasm. Totally worth it.
Love you too, bonerface. Seriously.