In truth, I can't get enough of this little girl.
It seems that I ruffled some feathers with my post yesterday.
I don't think it was a 100% ruffle, but perhaps it was a 70% ruffle.
As the commenter was anonymous, I can't ask to be certain.
You all know that my post yesterday was in fun right?
Well, all of you except for our friend Anonymous.
Anonymous suggested that I read a book written by C.S. Lewis called "Til We Have Faces."
I Googled the book title and learned the the story is written about two sisters: one beautiful, one with a facial deformity.
The story is basically one of 'misapplied love and jealousy.'
My sister is beautiful.
Is there some hidden meaning in this?
Today's post is to appease Anonymous...if I can. Dear Anonymous, I promise I'm not jealous of my sister or vice versa. We love each other a lot!
Anonymous, did you know that the sister of whom I speak is my twin/triplet sister?
Here's a picture:
Notice how we're in matching outfits?
It was that way until we were old enough to take a stand and dress ourselves.
(Bec, was that when we were 16?)
We made it our life mission to be different...and even still, it wasn't until we were in college before we were known as individuals, with names, rather than 'oh you're one of the triplets.'
It's funny actually.
We did everything we could to be different, and yet, when we were living hundreds of miles from each other we still came home having purchased the same outfit.
Where I am flip flops, my sister is high heels.
Where I am a pony tail, she has every hair styled perfectly.
Where I am maccaroni and cheese, she is pork chops and home made bread.
Where I am outdoorsy, she is air condition and a good book.
Where I am short fingernails, she is a manicure.
Where I am a hoodie, she is a sweater.
And where I am one color of eye shadow, she is 10 colors...and they all look perfect on her.
And yet we're the same too...
We both love a good book.
We cry at Hallmark Commercials.
She can finish my thought before I do.
We both iron our Levis.
We enjoy eating out.
We both love ER and Grey's Anatomy.
(I just asked my brother 'What's one way Becca and I are alike?' He sighed and said, 'You're not.')
I guess what I'm saying Anonymous, is that in this one thing?
Embracing our differences and loving each other?
I think we've got it figured out.