I miss you. I miss us. I miss the conversation. I miss the silence between us, when it's never awkward. I miss stories about the kids. I miss talking about our husbands. I miss Target and coffee.
3000 miles separate us. And every time we are back together, it's like I just saw you yesterday. We just pick back up where we left off. Usually with long hugs and crying.
I love the fact that you are my cousin. Ahem, sorry, my scuzin'. You make me laugh, smile, and you get me. Not to many people do. It's always to long between visits scuz. I love you and I miss you.
ps tell your kids to stop growing up so fast, and I will try to tell mine too. I miss them.
Much love from your favoritest scuzzin'
Gack
