When I walked through the door of my aunt’s house and my cousins all started showing up, it dawned on me just how long it had been since seeing most of them.
I spent Christmas Eve at my aunt’s, with all but five of the cousins present, which, when you look at the photo we took together, there’s a lot of cousins.
Growing up there were only seven of us on my dad’s side (cousin-wise)... three more if you include my mom’s side.
And then we all grew up and all but four of us had kids, so now there’s 18 and the only one’s missing on Christmas Eve were my brother, his wife and their two kids and my youngest sister Zoey.
No matter how long it’s been since we’ve seen each other, we can pick up and take off like we just saw each other last week. And that’s one of the things I love about my family.