...when I was growing up, but I didn't really know my cousins when I was young.
It wasn't until I was 8 years old that we went to Phoenix to visit my Uncle Howard, my mother's brother, that I met his daughter Deanne. It was then I became aware of just how different I was from my Covey relatives. Deanne's house had an orange tree in front with oranges you could actually pick and squeeze. I had a backyard full of wheat, in fact, I had a whole farm with wheat....and cattle, and tractors. They spent their afternoons with groups of friends in the backyard pool. I spent my afternoons alone, hiking in the shelter belt and hunting for rabbit's nests in the pasture. A short drive from their house was a mall. A long drive from my house was Razor's grocery store with 6 aisles partially stocked.
The first wedding I attended was for my cousin, Connie. Her mother and my mother were sisters. Connie grew up just a short drive from the California beach. She loved the ocean. It scared me to death. I remember thinking she was the most beautiful woman I knew. She had long, thick blond hair and she looked like an actual princess in her wedding dress.
All in all, I probably saw my cousins 5-6 times during my 18 year childhood. I was always curious about them, but it wasn't until I saw my grandchildren playing with their cousins that I began to recognize what I missed out on.
...so when I went into my room tonight and saw 4 of my girls hanging out together I was just a little jealous...
...but mostly I was just happy for them and for me.
...happy for them that they have each other's friendships and happy for me that I get to see them loving each other.
Speaking of granddaughters...
this is what I'm making for Carlee...
...won't that be cute!!!!!
1 comment:
That picture is so cute, they are so lucky to have each other!
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