Cousins

These are all the grandchildren on my Mother's side, including the grown ones.

These are my cousins. 

 The offspring of my Mother's sisters and brother. Oh yeah and my four Things. 

We have many cousins.  We love them all.  We miss them terribly.  Everytime I see them another boy has turned into a man and another little girl, whose diapers I changed, has become a woman. 

 Except my Things.  They will forever be babies, no growing up here.  Salty discharge falling from my eyes.

My heart can not stand it.

I love cousins!