I have sixteen, almost seventeen year-old twin nephews, Collins and Carter. They were born when I was in high school and my sister and the boys lived with us my junior and senior year. I couldn't love them anymore if they were my own children. It's safe to say that I was pretty much there for everything... midnight diaper changes, first steps, many hospital stays battling RSV, uncountable baseball, basketball, football games and their favorite, golf. I'm pretty sure that the boys were swinging plastic golf clubs from the time they could stand up, ha! And, they were good at golf from the beginning.
Today, their high school golf team played in the regional tournament, vying for a spot at state. Today, I was reminded how tough losing can be. And, today, I was introduced to the inevitable pain of being a twin.