My sister, her husband, and their son and daughter came over this evening. We had been meaning to get together for a while, and when her daughter lamented the fact that she hadn’t seen Maxine since the summer, we agreed this was outrageous and pinned down a date.
I had been wondering if the four cousins would click easily after letting several months go by. After all, the differences in ages can matter a lot during these years. Our kids are 16 and 14, theirs 11 and 9.
I needn’t have worried. As soon as they were in the door, off the four of them scurried. Over the course of the evening, they played with the cats, listened to records in Edwin’s room, played video games, hung out in the hot tub, and watched Disney’s Robin Hood (the best one, in my opinion).
There’s something very special about cousins. Just like a sibling, you can afford little skirmishes here and there because you know they’re not going anywhere, which is very comforting. Unlike a sibling, however, an air of excitement surrounds a cousin because you don’t get to see them every day. At least, that’s what it was like for me growing up with my cousins. Here, here for cousins.
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