My daughter has lots of cousins. Because she’s adopted, she’s not related to any of them by blood. Most of them aren’t related to each other by blood, either. Blood shmud. I have girlfriends who are my sisters. We give each other b-day cards that say so. I would go to the ends of the earth for them, and they’ve already done the same for me.
Some of the cousins are the children of Tim’s and my blood relations and some are my friends’ kids. I forget which is which.
When my daughter was five, Carolyn and her kids made a Cousin Adoption Agreement, signed by them all. They’ve introduced each other as “My cousin” ever since.
…They’re Cousins, Identical Cousins, All The Way…
Recently, my DD (third from the right, above) called in a promise that she could get her ears pierced at age ten. The night before, she decided to watch a YouTube video of a nine-year-old getting her ears pierced at Claire’s. Big. Mistake.
“Mom, I’m dizzy,” she said. The child turned whiter than I am, no joke. “I can’t do it,” she cried. “I wanna do it. I wanna do it sooo bad, but I can’t do it.”
I told Carolyn, and the next day she and all her children were at Claire’s, holding my DD’s hands as she got her ears pierced…and learned that love lends courage.
My “sisters” Su and Darla were the first people to greet us–at ten-thirty p.m. in a winter storm–when Tim and I got off the plane from Guatemala with our new baby. Neither of them lives anywhere near the airport.
“Aunt Terry” and “Aunt Micki” are beloved in our home, their visits eagerly anticipated by all.
Sisters…Cousins…they come in all different colors, from lots of different places.
And thank you, God, for them all.
Who are the sisters, brothers, cousins, aunts and uncles of your heart?