My cousin is a sassy lady. She’s defiant but kind, generous and joyous, talkative but a gracious listener. Her faith is unwavering and she fills her heart with singing every Sunday in choir. Her clothes are almost always bright and cheery, and always always appropriate (and appropriately accessorized) for every occasion. Her carefully hand-written birthday cards and thank you notes are prompt and perfect, but she can also email like a champ. She faithfully walks a mile and a half every day. My cousin Iris is 92 this year, and her smile and laugh are just as infectious, just as witty and just as delightful as my earliest childhood memories can recall. She is a true bloom in a sometimes dreary world.