I was thinking about my twin sister this morning.
Actually, I think about her a lot.
People often ask us, "What is it like to be a twin?"
Well, honestly, I don't know what it's like to not be.
It's all I've ever known.
Here's to you Lisa. What a fun life we've shared together, now that we are almost 76.
This is us when we were only 16 hours old. I love my mom too much to post the picture that was taken 24 hours prior to this. Just imagine a cute little brown haired toothpick with a ginormous (yes, that is a word) beach ball underneath a tarp that they used to call maternity clothes back in the 70's.
Oh, and we might have been especially cruel in that we were born in the nice toasty month of August.
By the way. Lisa, I'm sorry your ear is still smashed because I apparently sat on it for nine months in the womb.
Isn't it funny to think what we did in there together?
I wonder if one day you said, "Hey! I just grew an eye! What about you?"
And I would have replied, "No, I can't see yet, but apparently my ears formed because I can hear you."
And then you would say, "Last one out of the womb is a rotten egg!"
Apparently when you are a twin your mother cannot resist dressing you alike.
I think we stopped doing that around first grade.
But I do remember having TWO of every single toy we owned.
The other funny part about being a twin is you really are born learning to share.
Sharing has never been a problem for either of us.
In fact, we often laugh about how we are too nice.
We'll blame that on our "twin" condition.
By the way, this Easter I had the chicken pox.
But apparently it wasn't bad enough that it kept me from hunting eggs and going to church.
Twins obviously like to pick their noses just like any kid.
And wear panty hose.
And twins also like to make weird faces at photographers.
Lisa must be thinking "Come on you idiot. Get this picture taken already."
I was probably thinking, "This is so boring. Why are we dressed up on a Saturday morning when we could be watching the Smurfs?"
Here we are playing with our cocker spaniels Mork & Mindy.
I won't tell you the dirty names we came up with that year to call them instead of Mork & Mindy. Seriously. I don't know what was wrong with us.
As you can see, every milestone is shared together.
Birthday cakes have both of your names on them.
Christmas mornings were always spent making sure we opened our gifts at the exact same time because you often got the same thing, sometimes in a different color.
Classes in school...there we were again together, "those Masterson twins".
And graduation day...right by each other's side.
I don't really know why I felt the compulsion to post this picture other that it made me laugh out loud. Man, who knew that Lisa was such the cute wranglin' cowgirl?
And who dressed us in these outfits anyway?
I know we grew up in Texas and all, but wow. Just simply wow.
There are so many incredible things about being a twin.
Except for the million times that people get your names confused.
But other than that, you get double the childhood memories.
What I don't remember, Lisa does. And vice versa.
I don't really know why God gave us each other, but I'm so glad He did.
Even though we live far apart now, rarely a day goes by without a funny text, phone call, or some way to communicate.
I love my twin. My sister. And my best friend for life.