So I have this beautiful, gorgeous cousin that I idolized since I was small. She was 15 and I was about 7 or 8 and I thought being in her presence was like rubbing elbows with a celebrity.. Angela was her name-even her name sounds glamourous.
Everyone called her Ang for short. She for some reason, must have like me too, cause she would let me hang out in her bedroom and try on her clip on earings and let her put pink nail polish on my tiny brown fingers...
Angie had long blonde tresses that were always permed, something I begged my mom to let me get for myself. She had sparkly white teeth, although sometimes they would be pink since she loved cotton candy and would eat 2 or 3 cones in a sitting..
We were pretty close in our younger years, I remember when she started driving, I thought I would never be as old enough to start driving.
Some of my fondest memories with Ang were down in her bedroom in the basement, right next to the garage. She had these neon lights on her wall in long sqibbly lines as if some big kid just colored on her wall. I thought they were pretty sharp looking. She even had a TV in her room on the top bunk and I knew that was one thing my mom would never let me be caught with.
Angie had this small prize bag that hung on her door knob and I'd spend time with her after my piano lesson and if she felt like it, she'd let me choose a prize. There were cute bracelets, jewlrey, barretts...all priceless treasures in my eyes.
Time passed, and somewhere in there Angela grew up. She started modeling and kissing boys. There wasn't much time for a little girl hanging around her waist. She was busy playing the violin and drawing. I was still in 3rd grade.
I would often remember our times together and laugh at the idea of her giving me a dime every time I'd scratch her back. I would have done it for free, if only to spend time with her, but I'd never tell her that.
Eventually, I grew up myself and we both possessed lives of our own. Angela is married to a wonderful man of God with three beautiful girls just like their mother. She is just as glamourous as she's always been and God has blessed her with the gifts He bestowed upon her when she was young. She performs all over the place singing through that violin and is excersising her artistic side in the form of photography.
I still look at her and my heart swells with pride that she's my cousin and I knew her once when she built an entire barbie house out of cardboard and let me play with it when ever I wanted.
I'll hold onto those precious memories of our youth and how she befriended me even though I was just a little girl staring at her in awe with my big brown eyes, wanting to imitate her every move.
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this is amazing Jana...its funny because I wed in you as much as you awed in me. I thought, wow, this adorable precious little girl picks me over all the others...to hang with. I look back at how funny I was to hang out with little kids rather then be at the mall or kids my age. I know God was putting a desire in my heart to teach and be a mother at a young age. I remember fondly hanging around with you at my hip, and looking at you wishing I had big brown eyes and tanned skin, and those perfect little lips. You were always so spunky and fun, and I loved every minute of those times together. I look back at my childhood and much of it is with you and my cousins in it. Its hard to grow up and change, but we always have memories. Love you!
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