There’s an old saying that our cousins are our first friends. This makes a lot of sense to me. I have a lot of cousins (too many to count) but I didn’t get to see any of them very often and certainly not on a regular basis. Distance kept us apart, but when we were able to visit it didn’t take long to form a friendship. Sierra once confided that she had to admit her cousin Brandon was probably her best friend. She was away from home at college at time and feeling a little homesick. It seemed pretty pathetic on the outside, but once we stop and consider how much time these two spent together (as they were growing up) it wasn’t difficult to understand her position. When she was home, going to see her TiTia and Brandon was always high on the priority list.
I took this picture of the dynamic duo at the Stanislaus County Fair. We were part of Brandon’s “groupies” for the dairy show and Sierra wanted a shot with her BFF. (Who could blame her?) NOTE: Brandon’s Holstein heifer or “pink cow” as I liked to call her, had a severe case of Pink Eye. (Coincidence? I don’t think so.) That’s why she looks like she’s high.
Things have changed since this photo. Brandon grew up, got a drivers license and prefers the company of his friends and cattle more than that of he likes of us. But every once in a while, we’re graced with his presence. (Are you detecting the bitter tone?) Eventually, he’ll get old too and then he’ll come back around to the familiar. In the mean time, we sit and reminisce about the good old days.