This led me to think about the uniquely unifying force of shared blood. No matter how far away my family lives or how much time passes between our visits, I know that as soon as I see their faces... I'll feel at home. This is nothing short of a miracle given that I only lived with my siblings for eight of my almost twenty-eight years on this Earth (yes, I am turning 27 in two weeks!).
I find that my siblings' love for me manifests itself most strongly through seemingly insignificant acts. I have all these distinct memories of silly little things that they've done for me that, though admittedly small, taught me to trust in our relationship. So I'm sharing one story per sib, starting with the oldest... my big brother David.
THE SUNDAY SOUND: May 29, There's Something About Blood, Part One
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