
I could write a book on Tricia. I could write a trilogy on the differences between myself and Tricia.
As most of you know our mothers shared a hospital room the day we were born (actually days, as she's born the 6th and I am the 7th). From the beginning we were opposites - she came out of the womb with long luscious locks of black hair, already done in a beautiful French braid, with these giant blue eyes. If I recall correctly she also begin reading short stories by her 3rd hour being alive. Then I came along - months early, a pointed cone head, blotchy skin, no hair (for years to come) and screaming like a madman (for years to come). I think it was Tricia that originally told the nurses to check me for a stomach problem she heard about when she was an hour old.
As the years went on some things changed, but many things didn't. She remained a genius, going to Harvard and then Columbia Law, and is now a lawyer.
I, well I didn't go to Harvard technically, but I did enjoy many insane weekends partying my ass off there. And I'm not a lawyer, although I've need one or two through the years....
She always had a plan - meet a guy, date for x amount of time, move in together after x amount of time and then get engaged in x amount of time. Oh and show said guy ideal ring for proposing with.
I, well, I don't even have a plan as to how I'm going to get from the gym to the movie all in time for the opening scene. Nor do I care. I fly by the seat of my pretty dress.
But no matter where in life we've been, we've never parted. We don't see each other much and don't even speak that often, but when we do, it's good. It's real and it's nice and even though we are completely opposite, I understand her and I know she understands me.
Which is why I'm so proud of her for the next step she's taking in life. She's met such a solid, loving, sweet guy. I can see their future, and not because she has it perfectly mapped out, and I know it's full of happiness. Which, clearly, makes me full of happiness.
Oh love.