You’re looking at one limb on my family tree, cousins via my mother’s brother. They lived one state over, so we made fairly regular visits to their house. When it was time to head home, I would hide behind the couch, certain my parents wouldn’t notice a daughter missing. I hope you were as lucky as I was to have cousins you liked this much.
Blink blink and we’re grown up with babes of our own. Circa 1978. Can you pick out Dave, Aneta, Bill, and Jim?
Here’s Jim (the youngest) with Lisa and their five kids.
Then just this week Facebook provided me with this cool picture of my first-cousins-once-removed. Their uncle’s funeral provided the photo op, as funerals often do. You have to be old like me to fully appreciate the joy of watching the young ones grow to adulthood. Yes, I watched my own grow to adulthood, but they were interwoven into my daily life, making the incremental changes imperceptible.
I can’t seem to peel my eyes away.