Every year as a little girl, I counted the days until December 23rd when we would spend the night at my maternal grandparents’ house and wake on Christmas Eve morning to a living room packed so tightly with presents there was no room to walk. On Christmas Day we’d go to my paternal grandparents’ house where my aunties, uncles, and cousins (there are sixteen of us) gathered. It was three full days of celebration back then, and it still is. Tonight was the big party at my mom and stepdad’s. Watching my daughter’s joy when she’s with her cousins reminds me of that feeling, the thrill of being with all my cousins, the fun of being part of a big, sprawling family.

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2 thoughts on “Cousins”

  1. I will forever cherish those memories. All of us in our wool plaid, hovering around until the jumbo shrimp tray surfaced hoping to get our share then disappearing to the den or pinball to plot sleepover swaps. Watching our kids with their cousins makes me so grateful and also so nostalgic. I love you so much. Merry Christmas!

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