Be like my sisters, the gasoline to my engines. Through it all, my sisters are all-in, whether I need a blood transfusion or a hair shampoo.
Be like a friend I met in college, proving that you can listen to something you have zero interest in (let’s say, Liverpool FC) simply because you care about the person who’s saying it.
Be like my mom, giving birth to something you know can die, yet still making that choice, because it’s a magic all its own for anything to simply exist.
Be like my dad, travel far away, but call back home every day.
Be like a person who makes life sweeter, not a friend, not a sibling, but a secret third thing, a cousin.
Be like someone I know from Boston, bringing the warmth of a hazel fire through the seasons of life. Because the world, like Boston, can get very cold.
Be like someone I’ve known my whole life, who loves just for the sake of love, not necessarily for wanting to be loved back.
Be like God—truth, grace, hesed.