Cousins are those childhood playmates who grow up to be forever heartstrings.
Cousins are many. Best friends are few. What a rare delight to find both in you.
In my cousin, I find a second self.
Cousins are the family we choose for ourselves.
Cousins are blessings. Cousins are friends. They laugh, they cry, they play, they get mad, they fight, they love, they are family.
Cousins are God's way of apologizing to us for our siblings.
Cousins are those rare treasures of childhood memories.
Cousins are like angels without wings, sent to watch over us throughout our lives.
Cousins are like sunshine on a rainy day.
Cousins are those childhood playmates who grow up to be forever friends.
Cousins are connected heart to heart, distance and time can't break them apart.
Cousins are connected through the magic of blood and the bond of family.
Cousins are cool to see, impossible to forget, and true to your heart.
Cousins are like stars. You don't always see them, but you know they're always there.
Cousins are those rare people who ask how we are and then wait to hear the answer.
Cousins are like flowers in the garden of life.
Cousins are the perfect blend of childhood memories and adult friendships.
Cousins by blood, friends by choice.
Cousins are those childhood playmates who grow up to be forever confidants.
Cousins are friends that will love you forever.