One of the good things about being a twin is that you never have to have a birthday alone. What was a trifle annoying growing up (shared parties & matching presents, anyone?) is now lovely because you get to moan about how old you are/ how little you've done with someone else. A conversation that goes something like 'We're supposed to be grown up, aren't we? I know! Everyone else seems to be married with kids! I know! But we have an exiting free-spirited life. Yeah.'
It's pretty darn awesome to have a sister who's your age. We can talk about anything. Everything and sometimes about absolutely nothing. She's my favourite twin in the world.
I'm going to Brisbane to see my family on the weekend; for my big sisters baby shower (yay!), and to have a birthday dinner with my twin sister at Sizzler. Yes, you heard that right. Sizzler. When we were growing up, any family celebration prompted a trip to the wonders of salad and dessert bar. Love it. Plus I will see my other sister's lovely tribe including my new nephew. It's gonna be big.
(ps. this is us in our cribs, we used to wake up and talk to each other every morning; that's me in the blue looking a bit blank. Or is it thoughtful? That's her giggling. 'Bout the same as now, really.)