It's because we're growing up so fast.

Dear Patrick,

I once moved to Logan with full expectations of becoming a twin. And become a twin I did. I was the third. I was the lucky number three to their exclusive club. It was a perfect match. I had "mothers" at school with me to make sure I ate my dinner and they had me to do ceramics and collages on the kitchen table. Then again, maybe this relationship wasn't as mutually beneficial as I once thought. I worshipped them at school. Honestly, I still do. They are the queens of goodness and kindness. They know all the right ways to do everything. Cook. Make friends. Share friends. Be funny. Dress. Throw parties. Eat vegetables. Organize. Have careers. Exercise. Not spend all of their money on candy. Basically, these two are what I want to become if I ever decide to be an adult.

The day pictured above is when Connie (the real and original Connie) got married. I remember it being bittersweet, feeling super excited for her but also feeling so sad that she wasn't going to be filling all the containers in boys' apartments with goldfish with us anymore. After that, Candace (the other Connie) and I lived together for one more semester and I did my best to be the replacement twin. But just as before, I got the better end of the deal. She kept our bathroom clean and in return, I babysat a kitten that consistently peed only under her bed.

Tomorrow is another day that will be bittersweet. Tomorrow Candace puts the final knick-knacks into her little green car and takes her life and this most adorable child

across the country where she'll find her new home in Kentucky. I'm so sad to see her go but so excited for her new life there.

With every move and every change and every marriage and every new thing, I get a little bit nervous that this is the beginning of the end. The end of being the third twin. The end of the club. Luckily for me, the universe and I are on good terms and it'll keep sending coincidences like this their way so they'll never forget me:

Candace and her husband, Grant, just happened to buy my dad's old business trailer. They didn't know that's where it was coming from when they found it online. Maybe it isn't the universe I'm on good terms with... this is probably the handiwork of just one guy wearing a fish shirt. I feel lucky that they've been the ones close to me for so many years. There are so many points I look back on now that I know I literally would not have survived had they not been around. Maybe it's the laughing-so-hard-you-can't-breathe times mixed with the sobbing-because-everything-is-broken times multiplied by the mood swings that bring both times together that has woven our everlasting ties. Or maybe I'm just too headstrong and selfish to let them let me go. It's probably the latter, but either way, it's fine with me. I always get the good end of the deal.

Love, Adrienne

PS Seriously, don't you just want to steal that baby?