There’s almost always food involved.
Scratch that… there is ALWAYS food and an adult beverage involved.
And giggles and snorts and the guarantee that you WILL NOT get away with even the slightest lapse of attention…
… or the teensiest error, like when you intend to call someone a “monkey” and it comes out “schmonkey.”
It’s all in gentle fun, of course, because… cousins.
It’s okay to screw up with these people.
When they look at you, they somehow recognize themselves, or their sister, or Grandma Daisy, and who could be genuinely nasty to Grandma Daisy?
We document our lives together…
… and are documented unto.
Cousins are dolphins who swim tight alongside when we need support in rough waters, and who take pictures and laugh with us when we’re sailing smooth.
Adopted cousins can marry in, too…
… although this means assuming some risks, naturally.
Thank you, thank you, thank you for risking the leap that landed you in this messy clan, and for so wholeheartedly adopting us into yours.
The laws of physics and economics dictate that it’s not always possible to live close enough to all your cousins on both sides of the aisle to know and enjoy them all equally, yet.
But we count on the reality that dolphins will be dolphins, wherever we sail.
What a wonderful family. Glad they got both of you (I know they must be thrilled). ( RUNNOFT is serving you well :))
Yes, Nancy, we are truly blessed.
And for inquiring minds: “R-U-N-N-O-F-T” is the name of our boat. It’s a quote from the movie, “Oh, Brother, Where Art Thou,” where one of the hillbilly characters is responding to a question about his wife’s absence. He tries to shield his son by spelling the difficult news that “Mrs. Hogswallup’s up and r-u-n-n-o-f-t.”
And every time Rick and I head out on the boat, away from computers and phones and screens, we feel like we’ve up and done the same. 🙂