Boy, do I have a lot of cousins.
I’m just talking about on my mom’s side of the family. I’ve only ever met three of my cousins from my dad’s side. To be fair, most of my mom’s family still lives in our hometown and she had more siblings than my dad. Thus, more cousins.
As far as first cousins are concerned, I have just over 20 of them, but then when you count cousin-in-laws and second cousins… it totals to well over 50… maybe even 60.
Growing up as an only child, my cousins substituted the role of siblings. I spent a lot of time at my Nanni and Poppy’s house with a clump of cousins around my age when we were kids. When I was in high school, I was closer to more of my younger cousins because I would watch them or see the ones who lived nearby more often than my old gang of cousins.
Cousins are pretty great, at least mine are. But you know what the best thing is about cousins…?
They’re siblings that you don’t have to go home with.
I love mine anyway.