I remember asking for you. I got it in my head that I wanted “a brother and sister that are twins.” No compromises. One of each or else. For my birthday, for Christmas, no other gift would do.
Expecting you to conform to gender stereotypes, I wanted a girl I could dress up like a doll and a boy I could wrestle with. The best of both worlds.
And then, a year or so later, our parents quite literally delivered. And then there were three. You didn’t do much at first, but you were mine. My special request, the best gift I could have ever received. (And quite possibly the reason I still believe to this day that I can get whatever I want from life, as long as I ask nicely.) I became the Big Sister overnight, the babysitter, the diaper retriever, the fun committee chair, the spokesperson.
Today, you’re turning 16. You’re practically grown-ups, and yet somehow I still see you as I did in the images below. Please forgive me for that. You will always be my babies and I will always want to pinch your cheeks and protect you.
At the same time, I realize that you don’t need my protection any more. So just know that you can come to me for whatever else. I’m so proud of you both. I love you and will see you soon.