I can dress them the same from head to foot – but they are still different. (One will be protesting the matching for starters.)
One can color for two hours, quiet and focused, perfectionist. The other keeps a social calendar that would wear out Princess Kate…shows, parties, waving.
They flower-girled it up together last Saturday. Both arrived dressed and styled, both amazingly made it down the aisle. One carried no flowers, the other carried two bouquets. One posed in every picture, the other stood in the obligatory two and bowed out. Possibly of her flower girl career. Forever.
Then there’s this:
I know better now than to try and predict anything. We’re currently in that sweet sweet phase of “I-turn-my-head-for-a-moment-and-she’s-diving-into-the-toilet.” It’s probably best to suspend personality typing for the present.
But here’s the thing…that third one, has strengthened the relationship of the other two. It’s time consuming, washing off all that toilet water...So the older girls have turned to each other when they normally would have been after me. Sometimes it ends disastrously, especially with new bunk beds and all of their acrobatic potential. Sometimes it ends in a costume and tears. (Sometimes it ends with me yelling ” No one speak! It’s a new fun game called “No Interaction”!) But many times it doesn’t completely end, one game flows into another, one repeated joke after another.
And lately, at night. They pretend they are going to bed and I pretend I don’t hear them. But Olivia crawls into that top bunk with Sophia and they read and look at their school yearbook and giggle. How do they already know how to do that giggle?
They’re smart and sneaky, these two.
But I still know some things they don’t know, like how they have each other for life.
Maybe one day that one sister will come out of retirement to be in the other’s wedding( and carry her own bouquet).