I was annoying, I know. Even though we were only 15 months and 15 days apart, I've always acted younger. Until I was 16, I was a pain in the butt, but you always loved me through it. Now, you’re ending your time as Bethany Laible and getting ready to change your name and move up the coast. It scares me.
It scares me that you won’t know anyone there. It scares me that you’re leaving. It scares me that I’m losing my big sister. It scares me that we will no longer be the Laible Twins. It scares me that I might not see you every Christmas and Thanksgiving. It scares me that you can’t drive up to good ol’ Dahlonega whenever you’re bored. I’m so scared and I don’t know what to do.
I have over 100 sorority sisters and a huge school family. I have friends on top of friends. I never have any reason to feel alone or scared, but I do. None of my friends or sisters are like you. None of them have lived with me since the day I was brought home. None of them know every single secret about me. They don’t know when I cry, who I can’t stand, when someone makes me angry, my funny stories or anything deeper than deep. You know me better than myself and I can’t make my brain understand that you’re leaving.
I keep thinking, “WOOHOO Bethany is getting hitched!” But when I sit down and mull it over, I realize what that really means. It means I have to share you with his sister, which I'm not OK with doing. It means that I can’t see you every weekend. It means you won’t be here for my 21st birthday or any birthday that I know of because you’ll be hundreds of miles away. Within two Christmases, I could potentially be going from a normal Christmas to a Christmas with just the parents.
But do you know what scares me the most? That I love him. I love your fiance so much. I can’t hate him for taking you away. I can’t hate him for being in the Navy, serving our country and moving. I can’t hate him for anything, because he is perfect for you. He completes you in ways that only the man God made for you can.So with that, I have to make myself OK with this. I have nine more months to make myself OK with this, but I know I will still sob in the days leading up to your wedding. I know I will give a toast at your reception, but I don’t know how I will be able to. After the amount of weddings I have gone to this year and the tears I have seen shed and shed myself, I am not quite sure how July is going to be. Bethany E. Laible, thank you for loving me when I was unlovable and a pest. Thank you for being a better sister than I ever was. Thank you for being you.
Love,
Your little twin.





















