This is family.

It is messy.

It is complicated.

It is authentic.

There are trying days.

There are moments of anger.

Mom and Dad no longer have the benefit of rolling over in bed, calling it a night and sorting it out when cooler heads prevail the next morning. The grace they give to one another now is not dictated by martial bonds but rather by the parental strings that tie them together for eternity.

It isn’t always easy.

It will never be perfect.

But it is family regardless.