Everything’s slipping back to normality (sob!) and after taking down the decs I’ve had a chance to sit down and sort out my photos I’ve taken over the last couple of weeks. I stumbled across this one of my tween and nephew taken on one of the rare cold, sunny days during their time with us.
I’m lucky enough to have grown up in a very close knit family and count my cousins as some of my closest friends. Through the years we’ve shared the highs and lows life sometimes throws at you, we comforted each other and shared memories at our times with our grandparents as Alzheimer’s slowly took them away, to the giggles on Christmas night games and regatta day picnics. There’s nothing better than spending time with those who bind you through family connections. We’re all completely different personalities yet throw us all together in a room and were the best of friends.
And I’m happy to say this cousin love has been handed down to my own children.
My brother, sister and I had our first Christmas Day all together in 8 years this year and our children’s count down wasn’t to the presents, it was to spending time with each other. From walks on the beach, visits to the swings, football in the park, these guys (and gal) could be anywhere just as long as they have each other.