Cousin Martha — Erin’s cousin on the Robinson side, specifically — is way up on my list of favorite relatives. I love her humor, her wit and her ability to absorb all the needling I direct her way.
The kids love her spiky hair, and to prove it they spiked up their hair after a bath one night and ran around yelling, “Look! I’m Cousin Martha!”
I got a kick out of that before noticing the kids were doing this without clothes on.
Martha has been going through a rough patch of late. She recently had some major surgery and has felt less than stellar for some time.
So I wanted to dash off this post to let her know we’re all pulling for her.
She’s been through some serious shit in her day. She’s dealt with addiction and family tragedy as I have. And instead of being crushed by the weight of it all, she developed a spine of steel. Whenever she stares adversity in the face, she comes back stronger than before.
So it will be this time.
Good thing, too, because I miss her cooking.
We love you, Martha.