My west coast brother has informed me that today is Brothers and Sisters Day, aka Sibling Appreciation Day.  I think that's lovely.  I really do appreciate my sibling, and my sibling-in-law also.  But siblings don't always appreciate each other, at least until they grow up.  My first husband seemed so surprised when our two kids reached the age when they squabbled from time to time.  He would tell them "You are brother and sister, you must love each other and always be each other's best friends."  Can you tell he was an only child? Happily, they did grow up to be good friends, so good in fact, that they used to embarrass us in restaurants by laughing and carrying on but not doing anything wrong, just enjoying their own private humor.  Happily, my grandchildren have also grown to appreciate their siblings, although I remember my oldest granddaughter telling me once that she wished her parents would build a little house for her in the back yard where she could live by herself.  That was during the time when she and her younger sister were still sharing a room.  Happily at 20 and 22 they now seem to get along quite well.  Of course they are at different colleges.  Now that I think about it, when it comes to sibling appreciation there may be something to the old adage that absence makes the heart grow fonder.  I really do appreciate my west coast brother.