Yes, I am a twin. And, so is my mother. On top of that, my mom and her twin are identical. I happen to look just like my mom, and people tell me all the time. Even more so, we act just alike. I can tell when I have just done a dance or said a quirky phrase when my husband gives me that look. You-are-just-like-your-mother-look... And then we both start to laugh. I can’t help it, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Around 5:00pm tomorrow I will be jumping into the car with both of them to head to the beach. (Brooke is riding with another family because our car is getting a little tight.) We are so alike. On the same page. That’s how family is, of course. We lift each other up, accept each other for who they are, and just be. I need lifting. I need accepting. And I need to just be. Mom, Auntie, and Brooke, I’m ready for you!