I wrote earlier of the Moore family legend that entails a twinship between myself and Geoff, but today’s entry is about my actual twin: Carrie, the first friend I made after moving to Corning in 3rd grade who happens to have been born on the same day I was.  In the 20 years since she wore the cutest puffy yellow coat with the red and yellow scarf, we’ve had plenty of adventures.  For those of you who understand the extent of my non-athleticism (meaning that all my years on the swim team were really in the role of supporter-of-others rather than real swimmer), I must tell you that there was once a day (circa 1989 or so) when I did beat Carrie in a backstroke race!!  And that was the last time…

Although she now lives in Charlotte, she’s spending some time in Maryland this week and we were able to meet up for lunch today.  It was no limo ride to an Italian restaurant in Ithaca, NY like we experienced on our joint 16th birthday, but it was wonderful all the same to have some time to catch up.   It’s interesting to think about Baboo’s upcoming birthday and to wonder who he might meet down the line who also came into the world on the very same day.  I am certainly lucky to have had so many years with my twin!