

He is my cowboy, my superhero, my budding artist. He has covered our house with his drawings. I should buy stock in a paper company. He drives me crazy most days but eerily he reminds me of....me.

Meet Yap, the blue eyed blonde. The oldest twin by forty five minutes. What a smile. He can melt my heart with his smile this one. He is my thinker, always wondering, always asking questions, always experimenting. A builder, he could play with his Legos or Lincoln Logs for hours. He is my train engineer; he's been crazy for trains since he was two.

Together these two are a force to be reckoned with. A tornado that tears through my house starting at 7:00 every morning. They are best friends and as different as could be. When they were born I was in awe of how physically different they were and now five and half years later it amazes me how two brothers, twins, can be so completely different in personality as well. Twins are a special gift, not only to the mother but to their siblings as well. They have a wonderful future ahead if only because they have one another.
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