Sunday, January 17, 2010

We're not twins, we're sisters.


Last time I told you about my true twin, so today I'll tell you about the sister that everyone thinks is my twin. Okay not everyone, but a lot of people. When we went to Fiji this last summer and we weren't wearing make-up, everyday people would ask, "Are you two twins?" Then we would answer in unison, "No. We're sisters." (Believe me the unison part was not planned.)

One thing about Marie is I tell her everything, seriously everything. One time when I was up at school I realized I had called Marie 5x that day!(Oops...) The thing is whenever something completely insignificant happens I always have to call her and tell her about it. I'm sure my calls get a little tiring but she always listens and cares.

Marie has always taken care of me. In high school when I didn't want to make friends Marie always let me tag along. Whenever there was a big occassion Marie always helped me look my best. (Heaven knows I'm clueless...) Not only did Marie blow dry my hair when she was 8 and I was 6, she did my hair for dance competitions, school dances, etc. One time she told me that it was the last time she was going to do my hair. That only lasted one competition. Marie had mercy on me when she saw my sweet, awful atempt and she never said anything about it but always did my hair from then on.

I have so many fun memories with Marie from sitting in the car at the parking lot at school waiting until we absolutely had to go in, to traveling, to double dates,to late night photo shoots and the list goes on!

Other reasons why Marie would be an awesome twin:
- Marie always tells it as it is. I used to see this as harsh, but now I see it as honest. I never have to worry about her telling me one thing and thinking another.
- Marie has a gift of making any song sound horrible. Don't get me wrong she's very musical, but she knows which harmonies to sing to make you go crazy. Marie and I make beautiful music together. It's a gift. Just ask my cousin Barbara, she loves it!
- Marie doesn't care what others think. Maybe that's why she and her husband are fine dancing in the middle of the grocery store. Okay so no one else was on the aisle, but still...
- Marie knows the line between right and wrong and she always does the right thing. One time she was in Vegas for a dance competition. Even though no one else was planning on going to church the day after the competition Marie looked up where church was and she and her dance partner walked miles to go to church. Talk about dedication!

To be honest I never thought Marie could be my twin until I saw this picture:

5 comments:

  1. I actually think you look like Sara in the bottom picture!

    It's fun reading about your relationships with your sisters (and Benj). I've never been all that sad that I don't have a sister, but I'm lucky I got to be semi-close with you guys. Even if you do try to destroy my eardrums.

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  2. What a preci she is. I know I have benefited from her kind assistance with my sad attempts at hair too! If I could add one thing, it would be her awesome baby talk!
    (But of course there are many other qualities/talents/skills I could mention as well).

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  3. Okay, I laughed so hard as I pictured Marie's face when she saw your bun attempt! Thank heavens for her indeed! My wardrobe thanks her as well, as I might still be wearing things that would make her ask, "You didn't wear that to school, did you?"

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  4. I didn't know you have a blog! Love these posts (especially this one...I'm biased, I guess) =D

    What a wonderful family all of you guys make up!

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  5. Becky - I'm a majorly lame mom to not check this more often. Wonderful commentary on your wonderful sibs. You're a delightful writer. I just must add to Marie's story of getting up early and walking to church while all other dancers slept in on Sunday morning. The church she and Mike walked 10+ blocks on dance-tired feet to was closed, as they were at another chapel for Stake Conference! Sad, huh?

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