I always hoped the man I married would have a good relationship with my family. Those are my people, after all. My parents love Parker and have been supportive of our relationship from day 1. I know this is a huge blessing and it's not always like this, and I'm grateful. My parents loved Parker, my grandparents loved Parker... sounds like a pretty sweet deal to me. Reversing it, I also have a great relationship with Parker's family, and they have loved me as their own from day 1. Again, sounds like we're set, right? That was all wonderful, but there was another part of me that Parker had to accept before we got married. He wasn't just getting me.
I was a package deal. With me, you get me + twin.
Don't get me wrong, my life isn't an episode of sister wives or anything. Weird. Awkward. Moving on. If you have known me for .2 seconds or read this blog long, you know I have an identical twin sister. Being a twin is a part of who I am, and we are best friends. Our dream is to live next door to each other and watch reality television on the couch while our kiddos play. The Navy isn't on board right now, but we're working on it.
In all seriousness, we are really close. Like, really close. We talk on the phone/Facetime at least 3-4 times a day. We tell each other everything. We stick up for each other even if we think the other is in the wrong. People used to go up to one of us in high school and tell us they thought we were the prettier twin. All I hear when someone says that to me is you don't think my best friend is pretty. Rude. It's not a compliment. It's awkward. I mean, for one thing, we have the same face, so there's that. We get into laughing spells for no reason whatsoever and can't even control ourselves. They had to separate us in the 7th grade for laughing too hard during a standardized test. How did we get so worked up when the whole room was under silence all day? All I can say is it wasn't the first time. Twins are just a different breed.
Thank goodness our husbands are so supportive. Seriously, thank goodness. They are supportive, but that doesn't mean they don't think we are completely ridiculous. I can't blame them, really. Parker actually thinks we are funny and loves listening to us talk. In his words, "It's so good that you have someone that thinks you're as funny as you do". It's like receiving a giant hug, obviously. So our husbands have to deal with daily doses of weirdness and understand that if we don't get to talk to each other, we get mopey. It's true. You can't make this stuff up.
That twin of mine graduates from nursing school today as a RN! I couldn't be more proud of her! She took the road less traveled and stepped out of her comfort zone, and today she celebrates the culmination of so much hard work and dedication. Proud to be her twin today and every day, and thankful for a husband who recognized that I was a package deal and chooses to put up with me anyway! That's all I can ask for, really.
And, naturally, our dog children are best friends. Sully and Jenny forever!