Sometimes I wonder what it would have been like to grow up with a twin. Allison and I were five years apart; a lifetime in child-years, although more and more insignificant now. And I turned 14 twelve days after Ashley was born. And as such, she and I have never had a traditional sister relationship. However, that relationship, too, is evolving into a much closer one. (Gaining another sister at this point in my life is an unexpected thrill.)
So to watch these twin girls of mine grow up together, as two lives so intertwined that sometimes neither they nor I can sort out the individual joys and anguishes, has been a fascinating privledge.
Today I found them on the hammock, stroking each other's faces and cooing together. It was not for show, although they will perform cute twin tricks on occasion. They were alone and simply enjoying each other's company. The company that I suspect they feel incomplete without. The company that they have enjoyed since they became capable of enjoyment. The company that they have had since conception.
I feel so, so lucky to be the mother of twins.
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