The warm evening light falling down from the shoulder of the mountain covered them as they played on the little dirt road. Together is where they are meant to be. Together through the ups together through the downs. A cord of 3 cannot be broken. Sometimes they are silly together, sometimes they are thoughtful together, sometimes they laugh together and sometimes they all yell at the same time. They are family. Not perfect, not imperfect, not defined by that, but defined by their love for each other. Their up and down and all around crazy days and laughing days and crabby days and regular days, that kind of love. The kind that says lets be together, the 3 of us, because for us together is perfect.