There’s 20 cousins just on my dad’s side of the family. I’m number 6 and Raul is number 7.
Being just a few months apart, we spent a lot of time playing when we were younger. We would get together with other cousins to play Power Rangers ( The Power Rangers were so in back then! ) or run around our neighborhoods on the weekends.
When I witnessed Raul seeing his bride for the first time on his wedding day, those memories of us goofing around started playing in my head. “weren’t we 8 years old yesterday? When did we get old enough to get married???”
We definitely aren’t 8 years old anymore. And so on a pretty Saturday in the mountains of our hometown my cousin, the Blue Ranger, got married and I was privileged enough to document it.