When I was a little girl my cousin Martha came to visit me every summer and Christmas vacation. Her mother was a teacher and they came mainly because of my grandfather (he died the summer Bill and I married), but Martha and I thought they came just so we could be together. We were inseparable.
And tonight I feel like a kid again because Martha is coming tomorrow!
Cousins are special people. If we are lucky they share memories of our childhood scrapbooks. Martha and I are extremely close (she’s my hero and the reason NanaHood is pink until there is a cure.)
So yesterday when I was checking the news a story about cousins caught my eye. Unfortunately, it isn’t a good one. It’s about two little girls who have gone missing.
Please pray for these children and their families. I can’t imagine how they must feel.
Isn’t it a shame we live in a world where two little girls can’t ride their bikes home from their grandmother’s house safely?