Canada Day at the farm.
Photo by Byron, another awesome cousin.
I went out for dinner this evening with my lovely cousin Grace. Conversation was effortless and real, the kind I'd imagine one has with a sister. Except that we don't fight over clothes or curfews. We were so wrapped up in conversation that, even seated beside a window, we didn't notice the sky grow dark. Or the turnover of diners around us. Suddenly it was 10:00.*
Sometimes you just need a heart-to-heart with your almost-sister. Tonight was one of those nights.
*We probably should have tipped better, considering we hogged a table for four hours. Or at least ordered dessert.