This picture of my niece Ana with her cousin - and my nephew - Alex brings me an unexplainable amount of joy. I didn't grow up with cousins of any degree. I suppose this is what happens when you live in Washington and everybody else lives in Florida and Puerto Rico. Yes, my parents were Cubans who broke the mold. In short, cousins have always been a fantasy of mine and to see this fantasy lived through these two makes my heart sing.