The other night I hung out with my newly (re)found cousin, David. You might remember me writing about him two months or so ago.
David was a cousin I didn't really know or spend time with (or vice versa), but when we had lunch a while back we just really connected. I mean really, how often does that happen? Any of it: lunch? 30 years in between seeing each other? getting along?
We exchanged a number of emails after that lunch encounter just trying to find time for each other and to get together again. He really took the effort to let me know he'd like to be friends.
Friends? With a cousin? This is a new concept to me. I have no other cousins I can say I'm close to. We're just not that kind of family really. I like some of mine, but we see each other maybe once a year. Maybe.
I don't think he knew what to say when I said I thought being friends would be good since family seemed more obligatory. He likes the idea of family as friendship. I guess in my own way, I do too.
So yesterday we just hung out at my/our place. Beer and some food and the cats. They were all over him - which was cool for him and them.
We just talked, traded stories and laughed a lot. Oddly enough, the picture of my parents I have on a shelf was taken at his sister's wedding about twenty years ago. How odd is that?
I figure, if David can converse and make me laugh like my best friends, he's in. That is one tough crowd - and he'd fit in just fine.
Song by: Suzanne Vega
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