It’s my cousin’s birthday tomorrow and I feel like such a bad cousin. She is too far away to visit and I should have sent her a personalized greeting card by mail like I’ve been yapping about, but not put into practise. Instead all I have is this blog post, and she deserves so much more.
I miss her a lot as she is living in another country, but when I do see her it’s just wonderful and we catch up from where we left off. In a way it makes me appreciate her even more. Sometimes I only have a few days with her and so we really try to do as much as we can when she’s in Singapore. I always end up having so much fun when she’s back.
My cousin D is a whole lot younger than me. I was 10 going on 11 when she was born. I still remember what a cutie patootie she was. Even as a newborn and she had a full head of hair and even now she hardly has a bad hair day. They placed babies in a flimsy clear plastic basinette on wheels and I was so afraid I was going to knock into it, being the clutz that I am, and then the poor baby would somehow be flung into the air as a result. I was extremely paranoid and so for my cousin’s safety I watched her from a distance. I remember just patting her little tummy to say hi and feeling her strong grip on my finger (which is a fun thing to do with newborns).
When she was a little girl she looked like a living doll. She had the hugest eyes and longest lashes ever. I always wished I could take her home. She loved her Barbies and Strawberry Shortcake dolls and pushed them in a pink stroller. When she became a teen she was quite a huge fan of the X-files. I loved Mulder and she loved Scully.
Today, I find that she is one of the few people I can confide in and still feel like myself. When I was down and out (in terms of society’s norms), she never treated me any different. Instead she is super supportive, and always boosting my flagging confidence, and I am really thankful to her for that. She tries to appear like a material girl princess diva (she does have great taste), but really you can’t find anyone more genuinely kind and compassionate.
Although D is still young I like to tell her that no matter what birthday she celebrates, even decades from now….she will always be my precious baby cousin and I adore her more than she’ll ever know.
Happy Birthday Sweetie!!
Here are some cousin quotes I like, because I am blessed with the best cousins ever:
Cousins are friends that will love you forever.
A cousin is a ready-made friend for life.
A real cousin is someone who walks in when the rest of the world walks out.
Cousins are those rare people who ask how we are and then wait to hear the answer.
This is the coolest birthday trivia website. Click on your birth month to see which famous people you share a birthday with. On my cousin’s birthday, Lindsay Lohan turns 24, and Larry David (I love Curb Your Enthusiasm and he’s a genious for creating Seinfeld) turns 63. They sure seem to be poles apart. I wonder what similarities these Cancerians share?