I’m sure you’ve heard the saying…
you can choose your friends, but you can’t choose family.
In the cousins department, I’ve been a lucky girl.
Although most of us don’t live near each other, states away, actually…
when we do talk or get together it’s just like old times,
those young kids swinging around the support poles in nanas basement
or trying on the old wedding dresses laid to rest in trunks.
Riding ponies up a dusty road, now paved, of course..
Pillow fighting and cookie tin raiding, the list goes on.
Nowadays we commiserate with each other about the raising of children,
the care of aging parents, the care of OUR aging bodies,
sharing laughs and tears as well.
My kids are lucky to have cousins nearby,
and they occasionally get to spend time with those far away too…
Last night I witnessed and truly appreciated the bond
my children are lucky to have with their cousins,
a relationship that is never really matched in life, unique in it’s own way.
A gift, it is. I hope they know it and always hold each other close,
regardless of any miles between them.
