Laura

Every August 4th, I mentally wish my cousin Laura, who is thirteen years younger than I and has always lived many miles away, a happy birthday. This year was different. For the first time ever probably, I saw her in person on her birthday.  She, her husband and grown daughter drove down from Maryland to visit her mother, my mother's sister, for a few days. Last night they fixed a delicious beachy birthday dinner, headlined by shrimp and scallops, and invited the hubby and me to help celebrate. One of the really nice things about being in Wilmington has been spending time with my cousins. It won't last forever, but I am savoring it as it comes.