Bridesmaid and Frousin

The fourth post in my bridesmaid series is about my cousin and friend; she is my frousin.

Being the youngest cousin on my dad’s side, she has always been special. I have so many memories with her and don’t even know where to begin…

We started out our years of friendship surrounded by animals and the imaginations to turn us into them. Pretending like we were dogs was a tradition over the family reunions every fourth of July. Games were instilled in our genes so we played scrabble, bocci ball, hid from the Alligator Lady (our aunt) and as we got older; rain on the roof, mario kart, and mario party. 

The days were never long enough each time we’ve seen each other. She and I share similar styles, interests, and passions; earthy elements, travel, missions, creativity, scarves and the beach. 

We both see the beauty of simple life, like living out of a suitcase.

We have been on a road-trip that was over the terrains of Michigan, Indiana, Illinois, Iowa, Nebraska, Colorado, South Dakota, North Dakota, Minnesota, and Wisconsin. 

We have jumped off our cousin’s boat, pulled all-nighters, knocked-out a gazillion koopa troopers, eaten too many bags of twizzlers, and walked a million foot-steps. 

She loves to love life.  Smiles and laughter are the base beginnings of her insanity and adventurous times. She is looked-up to by a lot of people, especially those closest to her. She has spent many days serving at a summer camp and has always been involved in church. 

I just can’t underestimate the influence she has, even on me. Her passion for Christ is evident when you look at the trail of bread crumbs behind her…more like twizzlers, but you get the picture. 

These are just some of the stories I have in our novel of friendship; only some of the reasons I chose her as my bridesmaid.

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