In high school, the teacher would call role at the beginning of the year, see my last name and say "Are the twins your sisters?" They had paved the road ahead of me, and it was tough when I was trying to decide how to be me because there were expectations already in place. I don't know which is more difficult - repairing the reputation of your name (which I didn't have to do) or living up to it. I don't fault them for the challenge because it made me want to do better and be better. Now, as adults, the miles between us have expanded but the years between us seem to have narrowed. We can share meaningful, common experiences, and anyone who has a sister knows there's no match for this relationship.
Monument Valley, Utah is the location of a peculiar and distinct rock formation called "Three Sisters." This is how I picture us three girls. I always saw the one in the middle as me, the little sister, protected and watched over by my big sisters. Now I realize that perhaps we take turns being the little one in the middle, at times when one of us feels a little more vulnerable and in need of shelter and protection. No matter who's in the middle, there are always two others to stand tall on either side.Thanks for everything, my sweet sisties!! I love you so much!