My cousin Pam (aka Pamela) and I are more like sisters than cousins. Shortly after I was born, my mom moved to her sister's house in Long Island until my father returned from Viet Nam. (Did I just date myself?) Pam is my mother's niece. She is just a year older than I. (Did I just date her?)
From the time I was five, Pam's father sent for me for the summer, and Pam and I were inseparable. As time passed, we were in each other's weddings, and each had the corresponding girl then boy.
Pam is the only one of the innumerable cousins I have that I regularly keep in touch with. My kids don't have any real aunts, so they call her Aunt Pam rather than Cousin Pam which sounds kind of weird.
Today, my son received the best package ever in the mail from my delightfully insane cousin. This what we found.An abundance of Gymboree shorts, shirts, undies and swim shorts. He is definitely going to be the best dressed kiddo on the playground.
We just wanted to say, THANKS AUNT PAM!!!