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Bridget & Me |
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This is Bridget.......and this is me. I know we don't look like twins but we very well could be! We were born three weeks apart..yes, 21 days. These are our moms before we were...well, before we were. |
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sorry..it's an old pic, the important thing is their shirts!(we're under them... |
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The rest is pretty much history. I was born first, which automatically makes me older and wiser...then Bridget came along to share the spotlight. I didn't hog the spotlight for long, but that's ok cause I liked sharing it. Bridget lived two doors down from me for the first couple years of our lives. Our moms dressed us in co-ordinating outfits, we got the same gifts, we shared birthday parties, and we played all day long... |
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Then reality hits, my sister's family moved to Colorado...I don't know for how long, I was like 3...but it seemed like and eternity to me. Then she came back...we were reunited (cheers from the audience) She was back in California, not next door, but at least she was back. We grew up. We saw eachother as much as possible, and then more. We were interested in different things. I was into 4-H and piano...she was into dance and swimming. I was into my FFA projects..she was into Drama. But we were always there for each other. |
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Now we are all grown up...well, at least as grown up as we can be up untill today. We are two educated intellegent, interesting, loving, family oriented, want-to-be a teacher, mature women. And we are still best friends... |
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That's why I'm taking her to Hawaii with me...it reminds me of our beach campouts every summer when we were younger. There is no one else I would rather spend a week with...in the sun, on white sand, drinking pina coladas, fighten off the boys, spending our extra $, eating to much, getting sunburned...ok I'll stop there. This section will be under construction until we get back! Aloha |
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The End! |
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