Twenty-one years ago, my life changed in a way I never could have dreamed. My mom had my twin sisters L&M on June 12, 1991. I was 12 years old and beyond excited about having TWO baby sisters. Up to that point, it had just been me and my twin brothers (that's two sets of twins, if you're keeping track).
Despite their propensity to smear lipstick on my bedding, my sisters changed my life for the better. I could not have imagined that two girls, 12 years my junior, could become some of my closest and dearest friends. I love being able to talk to them.
My sister, M, is getting married later this summer and L is coming back with us to our house for super happy fun times in the Midwest. To say that I am excited to spend time with both of them would be a gross understatement.
Happy birthday, baby sisters!