It’s wild how you don’t realize you’re living something sacred until you’re looking back on it years later. Those lights-off conversations… the whispered secrets… the way sharing a room with a sibling felt like its own little world where time moved slower. We didn’t know it then, but those late-night talks were shaping us — giving us a closeness that somehow stayed with us, even as life got louder and more complicated. Maybe that’s why I pay attention to the small moments my own kids share now.