We love our families because of how much we have invested in them, how many times we fought, argued, simmered, and stewed but were forced back to the negotiating table by an unavoidable proximity and by a connection that transcended personal choice. We love that irritating brother and that infuriating sister because we couldn’t simply walk away in a moment of frustration. We had to submit to the hard schooling of love because we couldn’t transfer to another class with siblings more to our taste.
