Being a twin... Rocks!

As many of you know, I am a twin. In some cases twins hate each other and are jealous of the other one. I am not saying this lightly when I say my twin, Kelsey is my best friend. No matter what she has ALWAYS been there for me and I for her. Sometimes I swear we are connected at the hip and can finish each other's sentences. Ever since we were little, we have had basically the same interests and friends. Now even though we are twins, we are very very different. I have to laugh when people say, "You guys are so much alike," or "Have you guys switched places? God made us sisters but chance made us best friends. I am so grateful for the relationship we have with each other. Growing up I definitely took for granted sharing every single thing with her: clothes, conversations, smiles, tears, boys (ha ha that's another story), a room, a car, pretty much what was mine was hers and visa versa. When it was time to go to college she moved out to St. George and I stayed here in Sandy. There were times when I cried myself to sleep because all I wanted to do was talk through the night, ha ha it's funny what separation can do. Even though we don't talk everyday, I feel that we can always pick up where we left off. I love how her "goofiness" can, no matter what, make me smile. I always look forward to the times when I can see her.She has always been the one to when I was going through a difficult time, she would give the best advice. Sis, you are so fun! Over the past year I believe that being apart and not sharing everything with each other, has made our relationship even stronger than it ever has before! Now that she is getting married, the question I get asked now is..."How do you feel about it?" To be honest, I could not be any more happy about it, she has had her fair share of struggles, and I am glad that Chris is the one to make her happy and take her through the temple. Yes, I am sad, but you know it is apart of life and even though she is getting married, she will always be my best friend and she will always be the one where her opinion matters most to me. Being a twin is simply the best and I could not have asked for a better second half. I hate to say this to all the other twins out there but... MY TWIN IS BETTER THAN YOURS!!! I love you Kelthey Ann!!!

My favorite picture of us...missing the same teeth!

(Sorry it's so dark, I couldn't get the scanner to work)

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