I reconnected with a old and neglected friend this past weekend. When we lived nearby more than twenty years ago, we immediately knew each other as soul siblings. I thought of him as a brother then and, after a one hour conversation and learning that circumstance has place us only about an hour apart, I think of him as a brother still—despite the extended absence and silence.
Brothers and sisters are a special category of friends. I’ve never much liked the “best friends” category, because if someone is first—and they may well be—someone is second or third. And when you look at some of those who are not the best friend, but still beloved, do they really belong in a lower tier?
So even though I have only one sister—who is my “best sibling”—I have other brothers and sisters. Not many, but always enough. I am thankful for that.