I've been trying to define my relationship with the trimates. Why put a label on anything? Not sure why I do this. I've always gotta be thinking about something. Dissecting, pulling it apart.
Yesterday it hit me. It's a brotherhood. These are a bunch of great people, who have shared an experience with me and we will forever be tied together by that experience.
The nice thing about the relationship is we get to see each other at our best. We are doing things that we really enjoy. Instead of at our annoying worst. Like trying to get dinner on the table, help the kids with their homework, and fold the last load of laundry, all at the same time.
Now, are they someone I would bother if I needed to talk at 2 a.m.? - um, nope. I can actually picture if I did do that to some of them, how they would politely end the conversation before it even started :) Besides, I have Patty for that.
life is good.