Meet Lacy Annie

2006 was a crazy year, but it got turned upside down when I realized that the love of my life was already in my life!

Lacy Annie, born February 17, was perfect for me in every possible way. I’m loud, she’s quiet. I’m spontaneous, she’s cautious. I’m her curly, she’s my shorty! It may not be perfect, but it is perfect for us. Our relationship hasn’t always been rainbows and shooting stars, in fact we’ve walked rocky roads and weathered crazy storms just like everyone else, but realized a long time ago that living life together is better than living it apart. Corny? Absolutely! And that is exactly what we are!

We, just like you, are hopeless romantics, we love surprising each other with flowers and gifts on days when it’s not expected. We leave each other random love notes around the house, and we, just like you, struggle to find the right words to express to one another how incredibly important we are to each other.

Lacy Annie is my perfect fit. My right of rights. My love. My life.

*Michele

Baby A, Baby B

On a warm, sunny, early morning in June; a beautiful, blue eyed, head full of brown curls, baby girl came into this world at 2:46 am. Meet, Michele Anne. Michele was named after our mother's father who passed away when she was a little girl. Being a teenage, single mother, our mom had her hands full. She found out half way through her pregnancy that no longer was it just one, but there were two babies growing inside her! Excited and I'm sure mostly anxious and scared, she started to think of other baby names. Now, she had one girls named picked out, but it was necessary to think of 2 boys name just in case a baby boy was to be born, or even two. Never, ever, ever, would she say, would God give her two girls. She picked out Michael and even Brian.

Just 4 minutes after giving birth to Michele, lots of complications began to arise. This other baby inside her was struggling to come into this world. Breech, the baby was turned the wrong way. The doctors were scared...for the baby and for the mother.

On a warm, sunny, early morning in June, a beautiful, blue eyed, head full of brown curls, baby GIRL came into this world at 2:50 am?!? Meet.... Since, God would be so good to my mother and NEVER give her two baby girls, I remained nameless. Baby A, and Baby B, were how we were introduced to our new family. Finally a decision was made. Meet, Melissa Anne.

From the beginning you could say that we knew how to make an entrance! Known as "the girls' and "the twins" we were one in the same...but different. We would be dressed in the same outfits growing up, but in different colors. Being identical, it was very difficult for people to tell us a part. One of us were even marked on our foreheads so that family could tell us a part! It deemed natural that I would grow up the girly girl and Michele the tomboy. She was after all, always dressed in blues and greens, while I was in the pinks and purples. We were both born with a natural competitive attitude, (uh hello! did you read how I made such a fuss!?) and we both were athletic. Michele, however, dominated in all sports and thrived on hanging with the guys. I could roll with the best of them, but you mostly found me making up dances, playing with makeup and worrying what I would wear the next day. Do you think the actions of our family and how they treated us growing up, had any influence and or help in the makeup of our sexual orientation for our future?

xo,

Melissa

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Maid Of Honor

A few weeks ago I was asked to be Maid of Honor for my sister’s wedding.  She got engaged some time last year, but it was pretty much just an announcement. No plans thereafter were ever made or spoken of again, until… 15 days ago. As I was walking to H&R Block with my friend to get my taxes done; I was in the middle of texting my boss, who was upset about her daughter going into surgery that next day, making plans with my friend for that night, and worrying if I had all the information I needed for this appointment, my phone rang. I looked down at my cell and saw that “Sissy” was calling. I quickly picked up and talked for a few minutes even though my mind was absolutely scattered. As I approached the doors to H&R Block I told Michele that I had to go and that I would call her later. Typically, she told me she had just one more thing to tell me real quickly. Annoyed, I screamed, “what?! I’m at the tax place!”

In her long, drawn out, story tone, she rambled on how she didn’t think she needed to run this by me, that she thought this was assumed, that her fiancé already had the best man on their side,  blah blah blah. I knew where this was going.

 I stood frozen outside the doors as my friend walked in and up to the front desk. Was this really happening? I mean I knew she was engaged, I knew they talked of getting married, and I knew they were throwing around some dates, so why was I actually shocked? Was it because I couldn’t believe this was actually happening? Was my older twin sister (by 4 minutes) really asking me to be maid of honor? I mean, it’s a given that we would stand by each other’s sides on this most special day, but was this going to happen relatively soon? Or was I just so happy that I was going to be able to completely take over and plan an amazing wedding with all the bells and whistles?! I always did want to be a wedding planner! As my mind raced with all these thoughts and questions, I finally snapped back into reality to hear her on the other line. The rambling vanished and there was a brief silence; almost as if she were taking a deep breath before jumping off the bridge in North Conway. Her voice was peaceful and she spoke softly yet excitedly, “will you be my Maid of Honor?” she asked. Or, was I just panicky, wondering how crazy this is, because My Sisters a Lesbian?

xo,
Melissa

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