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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