My Dear Cousins

Posting those pictures of Calvin and two of his cousins got me thinking about my own. I come from a small family. My sister and I are lucky enough to have just three marvelous cousins around our age with whom we share many fond memories. (In contrast, I think at last count my husband's first cousins numbered around thirty. Maybe more. Maybe double that.) I treasure these photos of us from their weddings.

Now one is in Detroit, one is in Nebraska, and one is in San Antonio. My sister is three and a half hours away in the Great White North. But I think of them all very often. No matter what has happened or will happen in our lives apart from each other, whether relationships succeed or fail, whether children come or not, whether jobs are satisfying or tiresome, whether one is sunbathing poolside while the others are shoveling snow, we will always have each other. And I'm so very thankful for my small family.