My family is far from perfect. Growing up, I remember bickering with my siblings in the car about who got shotgun, who was DJ, and who had to suffer with limited leg room. And that was just the tip of the iceberg. But over the years, as I form genuine relationships with my older brother and sister, we have come to accept each other's imperfections. We know each other's flaws better than anyone, which makes it that much more meaningful when we choose to stick together and move forward. Now, sitting in the backseat doesn't seem so bad after all.
