Everyone who notices that the girls are twins always end up asking, are they very alike? NOT AT ALL. Even though they are twins, they are two totally different people.
Cassie is very dominant. She has to be in charge, and telling people what to do. And if it's not done right, (or quick enough) she scrunches up that cute little nose of hers and takes charge. lol She has things planned out and if things don't go too well, she is not a happy camper. She does not like chaos. Scarlly on the other hand is pretty easy going and doesn't mind the chaos of life. She's off in her own little world most of the time. When the girls were first born, she was the more demanding one, but slowly things changed and Cassie became the boss ;) Scarlly is a very sweet gal who knows how to bat her lashes and get what she wants. In Scarlly's mind, you get more ants, with honey.. While Cass doesn't care either way, screw spreading honey, she'll go kick that ant hill and MAKE them come to her, whether they like it or not, Dear God,
First....No tattoos until they are old enough to know what they mean. May neither Chinese symbol for truth nor Winnie-the-Pooh holding the ASU logo stain their tender haunches. May they be beautiful but not damaged, for it’s the damage that draws the creepy soccer coach’s eye, not the Beauty. When the "Crystal Meth" is offered, may they remember the parents who cut their grapes in half for their safety and stick with Beer. Guide them, protect them when crossing the street, stepping onto boats, swimming in the ocean, swimming in pools, walking near pools, standing on the subway platform, crossing the street, stepping off of boats, using mall restrooms, getting on and off escalators, driving on country roads while arguing, leaning on large windows, walking in parking lots, riding Ferris wheels, roller-coasters, log flumes, or anything called “Hell Drop,” “Tower of Torture,” or “The Death Spiral Rock ‘N Zero G Roll featuring Aerosmith,” and standing on any kind of balcony ever, anywhere, at any age. Lead them away from Acting but not all the way to Finance. Something where they can make their own hours but still feel intellectually fulfilled and get outside sometimes And not have to wear high heels. What would that be, Lord? Architecture? Midwifery? Golf course design? I’m asking You, because if I knew, I’d be doing it, Youdammit. May they play the Drums to the fiery rhythm of their Own Hearts with the sinewy strength of their Own Arms, so they need Not Lie With Drummers. Grant them a Rough Patch from twelve to seventeen. Let them draw horses and be interested in Barbies for much too long, For childhood is short – And adulthood is long... dry-humping in cars can wait. And when they one day turn on me and call me a Bitch in front of Hollister, Give me the strength, Lord, to yank them directly into a our minivan with a "My daughter got student of the month" bumpersticker, in front of ALL their friends, For I will not have that Shit. OH NO...I will not have it. ;) Mama don't take no mess ;) And should they choose to be a Mother one day, be my eyes, Lord, that I may see them, lying on a blanket on the floor at 4:50 A.M., all-at-once exhausted, bored, and in love with the little creature whose poop is leaking up its back. “My mother did this for me once,” they will realize as they clean feces off the baby’s neck. “My mother did this for me.” And the delayed gratitude will wash over them as it does each generation and they will make a Mental Note to call me. And of course will forget. But I’ll know, because I peeped it with Your God eyes. Amen.
