Scuz and Bagels.

This is my Scuz.

Yep we dress alike. We talk alike. We think alike.

We love each other. We love each others kids. Alot.

She has three. I have my two.

We both have very good men for husbands. And we love them lots.

We live 1710 miles apart.

Even though we have been cousins for 30 years. I have only know her for 11 years.

When Grampa John passed. I went to see my Gramma Alice.

In the backyard raking leaves, and very happy about the chore. Was a girl.

We quickly bonded. Talking as if we had been friends forever.

I showed her the movie "Home for the Holidays" that is why she is my Scuz (just for Scuz)

(just watch the first minute of this clip for the Scuz part. But watch the whole thing. Cuz it's funny)


We have visited back and forth over the years.

We have created fun nicknames. She is the reason for Bagels nickname. I'll tell you the story...

Scuz and her family, husband and 3 kids all came to stay here at my home. This was before we had Bagel and Weaky.

I enjoyed showing them the beautiful city of Chicago, and visiting with family was always fun. We celebrated Gramma Alice's 89th birthday together.

And after almost a week of coffee, and family, (I can't drink coffee with out a thought of my Scuz. Every time!) they had to go back to there warm sunny state of Arizona. 1710 miles away from me.

As they were getting ready to leave, Scuz and I hugged. We were in the loft, and after hugging Scuz pointed out that our Bagels were touching. (take your fat of your stomach and squeeze it all together using your index finger and thumb on each hand, your belly button should be the center. Depending on your amount of fat, that is your bagel. Get it?)

Well a few weeks later, I called Scuz to tell her that we were pregnant. And that I was just a few days pregnant when they were here visiting! She then said she had hugged Bagel and that is how it came to be.


So the reason for my Scuz post is because we just talked a few days ago.

It is sometimes months before we get a chance between kids, husbands, housework, jobs and our day to day lives to talk.

Every time the conversation is good. Updating on family, and life in general. How tight money is for both of us.

The hardest part of the conversation is the goodbye.

I have yet to say goodbye to my Scuz without crying. I hate for her to hear it in my voice. How sad I am that we are SO far apart. 1710 miles to be exact.

I know that her daughter is 14! I met her when she was only 5! And now her other babies are not babies anymore!

I have since had Weaky, who is almost one.

I would love to be Scuz's neighbor. Having our kids grow up together, having coffee with my Scuz. Knowing that she was right here with me.

I know life deals us cards that we have a hard time dealing with. I am so lucky as to have such an amazing person in my life.

But her being so far away. 1710 miles away. Makes my heart hurt. Every time we say goodbye, a flood of sad thoughts hit me. Wondering how soon will it be before we call again?

I love you my Scuz. Just having you in my life makes me a better person. And knowing that there is one more person out there that really gets me for me.

Kiss your babies, that aren't babies anymore. And give your husband a hug too. And wrap your arms around yourself. And imagine a great big hug from your Scuz.

Love you.
Scuz