Yes, we are that family. The ones who set off a firework in the middle of the street outside quiet vacation beach rental homes.
This is a precious time, when our mother is still alive, when my sister’s kids, Bex’s cousins, are all (mostly) close to the same age, 6 or 7.
We travel 11 hour travel days, two ways, to be there, because we know these are magical memories the cousins will remember long after they are grown, with children of their own.
This is why family is so vital, blood is thick.
We’re attached to each other for life, maybe we even were put together by God on a soul journey of sorts, to help each other.
None of us are perfect, not a one, some of us are fighting something real that I can’t even write about here, privacy and dignity take precedence.
So we splash in the blue green ocean and get new freckles and sunspots and tans and burns, eat things called Hellacious Barges at Crabby Oddwater’s, laugh and stay up late and tell sister secrets.
Little cousins telling each other “You’re my best friend.” The same best friend who blew out all of the candles on his cousin’s birthday cake, ha ha.
Well, he paused too long, man.
None of us know how long we have each other on this earth and as we sisters get older and watch our children become unique individuals, we feel it all the more.
Lineage, time, beauty, aging.
Sometimes it’s so beautiful I want the flames to last.