Fifty years ago today my sister was born. As my mother used to tell it, when she was born, the doctor said, "She's too small, there must be another." And that's how Mom met me – she said she fainted. Dad was at Army reserve camp so we got to meet him a few weeks later.
People used to ask me what it was like to have a twin sister. I never knew how to answer because I never knew any other way. And that's the best part about having a twin sister – I always have had her, and I always will!
I have this philosphy that God never gives me more than I can handle, but He decided pretty early on that I probably needed a little help – so he gave me an angel of a sister to escort me through my life. She's the sweetest, most precious sister in the world – so I figure I got a pretty good escort! Can't nothin' touch me!
We don't look fifty, do we?! Yeah, well, we don't act it either.
Look what my sister sent me this week. Yep, racing Grannies! And that's just how I imagine us some day – causing all kinds of ruckus in the nursing home! Sharon said this present was about our "future."
For the "past," she sent me this.
You probably can't make it out, but it's a photo album full of postcards that were sent to and by my Grandma Heaton – my Mom's Mom. They go as far back as 1911. Oh . . . I love this for so many reasons. I love the old postcards, I love that my sister took the time to write the occasion and the dates in the album's sleeves, and I love that it captured my Grandma's handwriting.
Grandma was so proud that she made it to the 3rd grade so she could learn cursive writing - her penmanship was gorgeous. And the album includes a few precious cards from the 1950's.
Fifty – Dang! I just can't get my head around it. It doesn't feel any different than 49, or 39 for that matter, but it sure does sound different. Well, my sister's been through it all with me. And, thankfully, we'll turn 50 together.
Ging loves you, Doopie! and always will! Sis – We're going to rock 50!!!