After dinner tonight I started thinking about my cousins and how I should have elaborated on that subject. I really enjoyed seeing them this past weekend, so they've been on my mind. This is one of those times I wish I had finished scanning all of the old photos so I could post some funny ones here. One day...maybe. Anyway, the cousins I discussed in the last post are the children of my mom's only sibling, my Aunt Jennifer. Jennifer was a teenager when I was born and I've always thought she was the cat's meow...very hip and funny and full of energy. She also scored extra points with me because she would let me check out of high school early and come get me when I called her and said I had the cramps. (My own mom was at work and probably would have told me to suck it up and stay there anyway, so I knew better than to call her.) Jennifer taught me how to dance, introduced me to lots of good music and always told me I was beautiful even when I'm sure I was a scraggly pimple faced teenager. Another thing - everything I know about loving a dog I learned from Jennifer. She had this dog, Jacques, a peek-a-poo, that I considered as much my cousin as I did Jennifer's children. He was her first child and I was my mom's first child, so we (Jacques and I) had a bond. I remember the day he died like it was yesterday. I threw myself across my mom's bed and cried for hours worrying that Jennifer would never be the same. She is the same. And she has had many dogs since. And what I learned about life from Jennifer and Jacques is the fact that if you're going to have a life, you will need a dog.
My dad is an only child. My Uncle Larry is an only child. So we are the only true cousins...and we grew up very close thanks to my grandparents who kept us much of the time and made sure we gathered together for meals and holidays on a consistent basis. My sister, my brother and I enjoyed many long hours with them. We have MANY stories...good and bad...happy and sad.
Here are the girls. Obviously they got the skinny genes. I got the tall genes - all of them.
Here are the boys. That's my baby brother (Banana's dad) in the middle.
I keep thinking about how much my grandfather would enjoy us now. He loved being around us as children and was always proud of us. I think he would have enjoyed the wedding...and probably would have done the chicken dance with us. He once told me that he loved to dance, but that my grandmother's dad told him he would have to stop that dancing if he wanted to marry my grandmother. My great grandfather was a Baptist preacher and I guess he couldn't have his son-in-law out in public SINNING, for God's sake.
I hope that my sister's children and my brother's children will have the same fond memories of each other when they are all grown up and getting married. Right now they can't seem to agree on who owns which Barbie or who can actually even touch which toy. Let's assume they will outgrow this. Thankfully we did.