One of the good fortunes of childhood is being lucky enough to have a cousin. Not quite a sibling but much more than a pal, cousins share their lineage by being sometimes “blessed” and sometimes “stuck” with one parent each, from the same family. My cousin, Elizabeth, is two months younger than me. As the family story goes: when our parents migrated to California from Arkansas and Oklahoma in 1945, they had a surprise for each other–Us! As cousins we share just enough genes to make us inseparable, but not enough to take each other for granted.
Here you see Elizabeth and me last May at the Auburn Symphony. We didn’t prepare each other for what we wore. In fact, I wondered if my bright-colored blouse was a little “loud.” When Elizabeth stepped out in all her vibrancy, we just laughed. “Genetically bonded?” That’s us! By the way, the adorable “cousins” poster seen here was a gift to me from Elizabeth; for my birthday, of course!
I loved this post and the picture made the phrase “genetically bonded” all the more true.
I have that bond with my cousin Rita who lives in Victoria Canada. We share so many interests: politics, irreverent humor, experiences with quirky family members, and of course , medicine. She is also an RN
I am younger than my cousin, who turned 90 in July. We are very close despite the miles between us. I am named after her mother and now look just like her. Cousin Barbara and I both became PE teachers. I simply adore her.
You look so happy
My sis and I do this often
Genetically bonded. I like that word!
Love this!