on March 2, 1988, Warren and Patty introduced two plump little babies to this beautiful thing called life…one of those babies was my brother, my twin, my Buzz.
throughout my life people have asked me time and time again: do you like being a twin? and though i never have, i’ve always wanted to answer their question with a question of my own: do you like not being a twin? perhaps you think hmmm, that’s a silly question Madison and i would completely agree, but you must then understand that for me the first question is even sillier.
do i like being a twin? — i don’t know what it is to not be a twin. i don’t know what it’s like to not have your twin in your classes growing up. i don’t know what it’s like to get your permit & driver’s license without your twin getting his right along with you. i don’t know what it’s like to not sit beside your twin on graduation day or receive your diploma right behind him. i don’t know what it’s like to have a birthday without sharing it with your twin. i don’t know what it’s like to not be a twin & never ever in a million years would i change it.
i am Jonathan’s twin sister and that’s a permanent fact…and a fact that still boggles my mind. for every single second that i have been alive, my Buzz has been right there with me — that’s crazy, right? i could start now and write for days on end about how comforting it was to have my brother in all of my classes growing up; how hilarious it was to ride with him in the backseat of a driver’s ed car desperately trying not to explode in laughter; how priceless it was to sit beside him under a Carolina blue sky as we officially became alumni of our beloved UNC. and then there are the concerts and movies and road trips…summer days and snow days and Christmas mornings…quiet moments, profound conversations and times when i thought my sides would burst from laughing…all of them too numerous to count.
i could go on and on and on, and still it would mean nothing to you because you simply don’t know what it’s like to be a twin…and for the few of you who are a twin yourself, i’m sorry, but you don’t know what it’s like to be my Buzz’s twin.
Buzz, you are my “other half” and i am blessed beyond words to be your twin. it has been the greatest of privileges to share each and every step of life with you thus far and the road ahead promises to be even better. thank you for being a constant source of encouragement and support, for teaching me what it means to be genuine and devoted, for standing up for me & always being in my corner, and for making me laugh like no one else. thank you also for always making up your own lyrics to every song, for loving cereal just as much as i do, and for letting me sleep on an air-mattress at the foot of your bed for two months.
in short: thank you for being my best friend.