I grew up with 14 first cousins, just on the Bellah side. Twelve of us lived in Canyon. Looking back, I realize how lucky I was.
Cousins are special people. Like siblings, they are loyal – will take your side in a fight. Yet, unlike siblings, they probably won’t fight you. That’s because there’s space. Cousins visit; they don’t live with you.
Growing up, I was proud of my cousins. Still am. The girls were pretty, the boys, athletic, and all of them, talented. I admired them, and, for some reason, they did me. Which may be the best thing about cousins. They are our best cheerleaders.
I don’t see my cousins as often as I’d like. Only six of us now live nearby. Three have passed away. That’s why we had lunch: Stan, Mary Kate and I. We’ve decided to do it once a month. Because everyone needs a cousin.