Crazy Cousin

I have a cousin that is about four years younger than I. I met her when she was just nine years old and I was about thirteen.  Now being the adult that I was (lol) I looked at her as the child that needed the leadership and the big sisterly advice that someone of her age would need. (Although she already has two sisters both of which are older).

I still remember her face at nine years of age. She a beautfiul child with eyes that sparkled and she looked at the world adoringly and with all the kindness that a child has to give.  I was meeting that side of the family for the first time and we were at a church outing, out of the entire family, it funny how a nine year old can make you feel the most welcome.

Well that nine year old is 27 now (as of Tues) and I am – well- OLD! lol…. Even though the world has wiped away some of that sweetness, all is not lost. Even though some tough times has darkened some of that sparkle, all is not gone. She is still to me, and always will be that adorable nine year old that makes me feel welcome when the world can seem distant.

She is much crazier now then before (in a good way) and is so direct and blunt. She tells things how they are and is as witty as anyone I have ever met.  She puts me in my place sometimes and tells me things I dont want to hear when they are things I need to hear. She seems to me to be always right. (But dont tell her that).  When she tells me not to do something and I do it, I always see that she was right. When she tells me that some dude is crazy and not worth my time and I dont listen, I always look back to see that she was right.  Its funny how I thought I would lead that nine year old but now that nine year old is leading me.

Happy Birthday Chica

I love ya!

 

Sapp7