This is my cousin and me before life got complicated.

I’m the brunette and she’s the blond – and, thus, the matching color-hued dolls.

It was always such.

We often wore matching outfits. Our mothers, sisters, shopped together.

Relatives would often give us the same gift but just slightly different – different color, scent or style. To the point where we had to coordinate gift opening on Christmas to prevent either of us from ruining the surprise for the other.

She is 4 months and 4 days older than me. Her daughter is 4 months and 27 days older than my son. You would think we coordinated that but it actually happened quite naturally.

A cousin is a little bit of childhood that can never be lost.

Yes. I love my cousins, my special, special friends.

Happy weekend,

Stef