Happy Birthday

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Together as twins, they are The Snack Pack. Seek & Destroy. Pete & Repeat. Twiggy & Twiglet. This One & That One. Pip & Pippy. Zig & Zag. Wallace & Gromit. They are Apollo & Artemis, Raggedy Ann & Andy, Parker & Christopher Posey, Alanis & Wade Morrisette.  They are Daryl & Cheryl Ford.

As a mother of twins, I am their Ingrid Bergman. Their Debby Boone. Their Mia Farrow. I am their Beyonce Knowles, their Cybill Shepherd, their Jane Pauley.  I am their Margaret Thatcher.  

When we are together, we three are the primary colors. The Nina, the Pinta, and the Santa Maria. A three-legged race. Freud's theory of personality. A maestro's three-piece suit. We are the minimum number of Oreos devoured in one sitting, the strongest geometric shape, a triangle. Bacon, lettuce, and tomato. Rock, paper, scissors. We are "... of the people, by the people, for the people..." Why, we are the number of feet in any given yard.  Three French hens.  We are the shamrock, the harp, and the Celtic cross, the three blind mice, and the three witches from Macbeth.  Snap, crackle, and pop. Too, we are a 3-ringed circus, and certainly a trifecta bet that just won big.  

Today is Grace and Griffin's 6th birthday, and not a day passes that I don't thank God for these two precious ones He has given me.  They test my patience and my sanity nearly every day, but they together saved my life.  Happy birthday, Bubby & Sissy.  Mommy loves, and I am so thankful for the important things you have taught me.  I am grateful that I get to be your mother.  Mommy loves you both more than you will ever, ever know.  <3