As June and July come around where the weather gets hotter and the days get longer. The early days of my adolescence. Where my cousins and I would spend most of our summer at our granny’s house. God made us cousins because he knew our mothers couldn't handle us as siblings.
The long days were filled with hide n seek, otter pop ice pops, and tag. Hours would go by filled with laughs, bonding, and fighting. The days when our granny would turn on her front yard sprinklers and let us run amok until we got tired enough not to be running in and out of her house, letting all her cool air out. With the cooling relief, the sprinklers brought from the 90-degree heat and the rebel of no sunscreen.
We cherish the moments of our team’s water fights and being able to spend time together. As we were older we reminisced on all of the fun memories my granny provided for us and the appreciation of watching us while our parents were at work. We reminisce on all the lectures about how the family is everything, and how we must always stick up for each other. It caught us that throughout life we will always have this family to rely on in a time of need.
Her house is a resemblance to our family, with the same sprinklers we would play in our parent's played in. A common tradition of pure happiness. The number of sacrifices and struggles my great-grandmother put into our family to make it a whole. She was the glue for our family and made the best of any situation.
Hey, amazing post this week! As the dog days are approaching day by day we all start to reminisce about the old-time of hanging with family and having a good ole water fight. I absolutely love your phrase God made us cousins because they couldn’t handle us as siblings. It was hilarious. Great post
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