I was seven when they came into my life. Two screaming crying babies that I did not agree were bundles of joy. I was a cynical child and that didn't change once they learned to talk. I wanted nothing more than to send them somewhere so it was just myself and my older brother again. I didn't want to be a big sister.
I was twelve and they were five when our lives changed forever. We were left alone, just the four of us, for three years. And for those three years, I had to look after them. Cory was quiet about it, Carrie was loud. They had always been opposites like that. We had a hard time keeping Carrie quiet sometimes. She would scream when she wouldn't get her way and poor Cory would just cover his ears.
After year three, I only got to watch Carrie grow up. Cory's life was cut short before his time but thanks to this place, he gets a chance to grow up. He gets to turn nine along with his twin, who is turning twenty-one. They may be the most unique set of twins out there and I wouldn't have them any other way. I just grateful to have both of them in my life again.
Here's to you, Cory and Carrie. I'm so proud to be your sister and Mama. I can't wait to celebrate you tonight.