Danica is 10. She has braces (colourful ones) and she walks just like us when we were younger. It’s funny to see her posessing a tomboy stride and I’ve noticed how she puts both hands in her pockets and takes big strides along the road in her big flipflops. Other times, she crosses her arms and walks. I call her baby and she’s cool with that. : ) Today, when I brought her to the bathroom, she gently told me to go into a stall first – even though I was meant to take care of her- because she knew I was having bad stomach cramps.
Delaney is 14. She is wearing banana earrings that di and i gave her. We bought them in thailand a long time ago but never wore it because nobody at twentysix will leave the house with bananaearrings. Apparently, D loves it. She also likes chicken rice, boardshorts, taking pictures and drawing (although she thinks she doesn’t draw very well). But if you ask her nicely, she’ll admit that she prefers American food anytime, and show you her pics of her graduation where she wore a tiara and sat a limousine to Disneyworld with her classmates. Still. We’re almost similar in the essentials. Like:
We like salty popcorn, love to watch movies, are both afraid of heights and are, when put together, cowards in more ways than you can imagine.
You see that’s the thing about cousins. It doesn’t matter if we haven’t caught up in awhile, or if the other is still in school, or if we meet to just read newspapers or if the others are halfway across the world. They’re always there, in a way. And it’s always great fun having adventures with Denice, Dana, Delia, Delaney, Danica. I think it’s innate – this desire to be spontaneous and be silly.
We do weird things.
We ran away (last night).
We went to the beach.
And they stay silent whenever I’m grumpy and are just, well, there.
Such is the power of love.
XXX
