26

Do I look the same?

I've been thinking a lot lately about what I had hoped to accomplish by 26...for some reason it always seemed like a landmark age for me.  I'd be past my mid twenties and almost to thirty. 

I knew I would be teaching, married to Martin, maybe have a few kids.

Two out of three ain't bad eh?

(Kate and I in 2004)


My sister and I are 26.
Our family has one family movie.
My mom rented a video camera and filmed our fourth birthday and Thanksgiving in 1988. Kate and I haven't changed really, truly in twenty-two years.  She's outgoing and LOUD, making a mess and I'm so quiet you have to turn the volume up as loud as it will go...and you still can't hear me.  I love watching how we interact...we've never known life without each other.  Even at four, we had created this bond that is unbreakable.  


I miss her today.  Of course we'll Skype and probably talk three times.  I want to be four again when I knew we would celebrate birthday after birthday together and the thought of moving away from each other wasn't even comprehendible. 

Happy Birthday Kate!

I hope you have a great day.  I'll celebrate with some five year olds and you can celebrate with some ancient mammoth bones and when we're together in a few weeks we'll celebrate together! Love you!

Love,

me