My cousins Bobby & Jude came to the bungalow for the weekend. We sat by the campfire with wine and remembered. Reminisced. Re-told the STORIES. They get better with age;) The childhood stories of growing up in a close-knit family with 13 cousins. THiRTeEN. My Grama McCarthy was a SAiNt. I felt it as a little girl and KNoW it as fact NOW. She & Grampa lived in a small & cozy house on Dore Drive. Most of my happiest memories were THERe. She created this rich & magical place for us ALL to land on the weekends. To grow. To connect. To play. To be TOGETHER. We were Loud. Messy. Hungry. Busy. Grama made hundreds of pancakes on Saturday mornings. Grampa built a table that sat 13 littles perfectly. We each had our spot. Our sacred cousin club. McCarthy/Wicks Clan. We told secrets. Sang songs. Played games..... Kick the Can. Tag Around the House. Friday night sleep overs on the back porch. Side by side on foam mats. We were safe. Grounded. Anchored. Affirmed. Loved. We belonged. Cousins. Best friends. No place I'd rather be.
God knew we would need one another. To help with our own stories. To keep us anchored & tethered. Hopeful & a part of something MOrE than ordinary. Bigger than ourselves. He wove a golden thread through each of our hearts and linked us for-ever. Our roots are deep and rich. We're fiercely loyal. We are all so different and yet the SAME. Our story is still being written. Being passed down to the fourth generation. They feel this connection, too. Our Family Reunions. MAGICAL. Stinkin' FUN. It's ALL still there. Love & laughter & songs & Memories. I think this is what Grama hoped for. Prayed for. This family of hers. We would LAST. We would KNoW we belong. Bound together by LoVE. Anchored by the One who created us. Firm & Secure. Hopeful & Happy. Fun & Magical. Cousins: A BRILLIANT IDEA. (Thank You God;)
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