my parents are both siblings to just one, linking me up with 6 biological cousins. the addition of some grandchildren of my step-grandparents around my age brings the grand cousin total to around a dozen, spread out over the country. n’orleans, central ohio, illinois, indiana. living in east tennessee most of my life, this made for once a year or so hangouts. my favorite cousin memories are at this age:
conveniently, i think this is actually the correct date. maggie and i at almost four years old. climbing trees. causing trouble. wearing awesome sweatshirts. i loved summers on the farm in illinois bailing hay and feeding the horses. i didn’t love getting stung by the same bee 20 times in the barn loft wearing one such sweatshirt several years later. (i know it’s not supposed to be possible to sting more than once, but this mutant bee never heard that rumor.)
regardless – this is a post about cousins, i labeled it as such to keep me focused.
there is something special about this relationship. not siblings, not stuck together too much, but growing up together, one summer at a time. one family vacation at a time.
one perk of marrying into the barnhart family has been getting a peek at their cousinship, and technically, getting a heap of new ones. this week we got to see most of the cousins on one side of luke’s family. this encounter between luke and his 7 yr old cousin henry is just too wonderful not to document:
i just can’t get over that red helmet flying down the driveway. henry was our entertainment all week. i leave you with this gem.
hug a cousin!