So here I am, turning 29-but I'm not the only one, so is my twin! So, to start out with, let me just say Happy Birthday Twin!
That's us, Brad is on the left and I am on the right
Growing up with a Twin is unlike anything else.
You have to share everything and not just the little things like toys that you would with other siblings, but all the big moments too-birthdays and graduations just to name a couple. You would think that it would get old, and sometimes it did, but mostly, it always gave you someone who was going through the same things you were. Someone to talk to about it, and more importantly, someone who understood what it was like.
One of my best friends is a twin also. The difference is, she had a sister whereas I had a brother. I think having someone to go through life with-who was my exact opposite-gave me insight and knowledge into things I am not sure I would have otherwise. Having Brad as a twin let me into the secret world of boys.
I was along for the bike rides, the rough housing-all the things normally the little boys are doing where the sign “No Girls Allowed" hung. But I was "Brad's sister", so it was ok. I know how to throw a perfect football, I can't say any of my girl friends have this skill. I'm also the first to offer up, "no, trust me, it's us-women are crazy" when a situation goes down. And, I can say that with confidence because I know.
Having a twin brother, while I am almost as girly as they can be, means I am also the first one making a mud pie to smash into an unsuspecting face-well aware that one will be coming my way too!
Brad helped shape me into the person I am today. Who helped make you who you are today?