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Thursday, August 14, 2008
This summer I had the chance to "play" with my cousins. My cousins, who since my parents divorced I haven't had much communication with. I mean, we saw each other at Christmas and Easter, and all of the birthday parties in between (there are almost 18 cousins on this side of the family now), but we actually got to PLAY...and we realized how much we missed each other. The cousins I got to play with in particular were Connie, age 11 (though she acts 13), and Lilliana, age 14. These girls are ones I consider my sisters. Even though we have been apart for the majority of the past three years, our love and friendship hasn't faded, but has in fact grown stronger.
For many people, being away from someone for three years can send them apart, but it was amazing to see how our lives seemed to be synchronized already when we learned that we were interested still in the same music, had read the same books over the course of time, and our love for being together was still the same. While in Pismo at my grandma's house, Connie and I adventured into reading a new book, one of four in a series, and we immediately adored it. We stayed up until three in the morning, snuggled up in our bed, reading, and woke up just to read some more. Only meals and bathroom breaks interrupted the feeling of the excitement of a wonderful new book, and the secure thought that someone is feeling these emotions with you.
When it was time to part, we kept each other updated on where we were in the book. The first day upon my return to Clovis I was finishing the book in a little bakery in the Olive Garden, sitting in a corner booth, inhaling the sweet aromas of little tart fruit cakes and chocolate pastries. The book made me sob. I was having the time of my life.
The next time I saw my cousins, I saw Lily first and immediately told her the story of the book, and the next two in the series I had already finished. She was totally drawn into it and when my not-so-little brother barged into the room we both screamed. When Connie came, I tackled her down and dragged her from her lunch so we could discuss the books. We had a few minutes where we were jumping on our bed and were screaming our heads off. The next day Lily left, and I said my good byes to her last so I could say, "Next time I see you Lilly, we'll be freshmen..." We're both the oldest kids in our families and that means we've kinda been forced to grow up quicker than most, but the fact that an uncontrollable mile stone is coming up shocked both of us.
A couple of hours ago Lilly called me to tell me the juicy, interesting part of the book she just read, thanked me for inviting her to the series, and hurried back to read. It wasn't much, but that 49 second call was a huge cousin bonding moment. Her call made my night, there was so much excitement in our conversation about a little thing we were so greatful for. Books have a certain magic in them, because no matter what happens in your life, the words are written in ink. The magic in the book will always be there for you, even if your Dad isn't, and I'm glad I still have someone to share that magic with.
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