Well, you have the details of our birth and yes I am one minute older.
Does it make me different, more sensitive or do I make sensible or wiser decisions? Read on to find out. When were babies, we had our own language and I think it just kept rolling from there. At times even now, other people have looked at us with puzzled expressions. It’s called a twin dialect – our own sort of accent.
I can remember back to eighteen months old, seriously. I have this quirky thing I have a very good memory. Autumn has called me “her memory”, claiming I remember more than her. In my opinion , she merely has a filter, which can be a blessing. It can be a burden to remember so much at times.
My first early memory, we were five years old and entering first grade. They didn’t have kindergarten in our small town, so we started school rather young. Well it was decided that we would be in separate classes and big mistake on their part Autumn came and fetched me from my classroom (no fear, that girl), bravely hand in hand we marched to the principal’s office. To anyone who tried to stop us, Autumn simply stated, “we are going to see the principal, and you aren’t stopping us”; surprise, they didn’t either! Of course we got our way, Miss Autumn made sure of that and we were placed in the same classroom. We were the talk of the school for that one, even years later, the school nurse, teachers and the principal would reminiscence on our stunt.
You see the leader of “the twins”, she was from early on. Autumn is braver, gutsier than I am, certainly not evil or the bad one. I have been cautious, she’s been the risk taker. I have been the peacemaker, where she will argue the point (law background emerges) to the bitter end, for real! We have always been there for each other and that has been the forever best friend that has been such a blessing. So many stories so little time …
We dated guys who were totally different types, and married the same way. I will just say, hers ended in divorce and mine sadly in death, but Autumn helped me through that to make me want to live. The love of her life, her fiance Craig, died suddenly from a brain aneurysm. When she lost him, the roles were suddenly reversed. It was rather scary having to bully her a bit to make her go on with this business of living. So to sum it up, Autumn got on with it. She has a heart as big as Heaven, she’s a constant support and joy! Now does this sound like she’s the trouble maker or the “bad” one? OF COURSE NOT!!
She is brave, determined and I love her very much. She will be forever be the wind beneath my wings – TWINS FOREVER!!!
“Wind Beneath My Wings”
by Bette Midler
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
It must have been cold there in my shadow,
to never have sunlight on your face.
You were content to let me shine, that’s your way.
You always walked a step behind.
So I was the one with all the glory,
while you were the one with all the strength.
A beautiful face without a name for so long.
A beautiful smile to hide the pain.
Did you ever know that you’re my hero,
and everything I would like to be?
I can fly higher than an eagle,
’cause you are the wind beneath my wings.
It might have appeared to go unnoticed,
but I’ve got it all here in my heart.
I want you to know I know the truth, of course I know it.
I would be nothing without you.
Did you ever know that you’re my hero?
You’re everything I wish I could be.
I could fly higher than an eagle,
’cause you are the wind beneath my wings.
Did I ever tell you you’re my hero?
You’re everything, everything I wish I could be.
Oh, and I, I could fly higher than an eagle,
’cause you are the wind beneath my wings,
’cause you are the wind beneath my wings.
Oh, the wind beneath my wings.
You, you, you, you are the wind beneath my wings.
Fly, fly, fly away. You let me fly so high.
Oh, you, you, you, the wind beneath my wings.
Oh, you, you, you, the wind beneath my wings.
Fly, fly, fly high against the sky,
so high I almost touch the sky.
Thank you,
thank you,
thank God for you,
the wind beneath my wings.
TWINS FOREVER 