I was talking with my friend Robyn the other day about my childhood. About me and my brothers, about our mom, about our dad, and our moves from one house to another. And as I was talking a band started playing and I heard the following lyric (in a Steve Miller band song, no less), "You know you've got to go to hell before you get to heaven." And it struck me that all that we went through when we were younger, all that we had thrown at us a young age, made my brothers and me who we are. Made us closer. Made us stronger. Made us know what it is like to lose, but also made us see that whatever happened, we had each other. And we still do.
We had this weekend to spend together, cheering on the Cardinals and celebrating my brother's birthday. We were able to eat and drink and laugh and be silly and ridiculous and crack each other up and appreciate where we were this weekend. Together and happy.
Because no matter what the past brought us, we had each other to lean on. Which is not to say I would want to do it all again- no, not at all. I don't know how we each did it. I don't know how we made it through. But we did. One step at a time. One day at a time. And always the three of us.
This is the life.