Happy Birthday Janelle.


Happy Birthday Boo.

I honestly can’t believe we’re 28 today.

Isn’t that cool?


I don’t know many people who can say that.

Obviously anyone with the same birthday can say that, but you get what I mean.

I’m so incredibly lucky to have gotten to spend 28 birthdays with you.

My best friend.

I could only wish that everyone could experience what it’s like to have a built in best friend from birth.

It’s pretty awesome.

I never had to question if someone would be there for me when I got my heart broken.

Or when I made a bad decision.

From starting school together, to driving to Western every day for three years.

You were there.

I’ll admit.

I was a little scared when I got married, scared because we wouldn’t be living together.

We had been roommates for 25 and a half years up to that point. The fact that you weren’t going to get up early in the morning and drink coffee while watching say yes to the dress with me was terrifying.

I had to start doing things by myself.

Obviously after college we chose different careers.

We went from working together to working separately.

We started doing our own things at about age 23, but it was still scary.

Going from having your person there 24/7 to only a couple of hours a day if we were lucky.

I’d say that we’ve done a good job figuring it out at this point.

We call each other throughout the day, and have kept our 680 day snapchat streak strong.

Because that’s who we are.

We can’t go without talking.

Even if we’re mad at each other, it doesn’t last all but a couple of hours.

I’ll admit, I’ve been mad at you.

I’ve thrown remotes and medicine balls at you, and called you a not so nice name once or twice.

There’s a reason I’m the “mean” twin.

But I’m sure you deserved it.

Just like I’ve deserved all of the tough love you’ve given me throughout the years.

There’s even been times where I wanted to shake some sense into you, but I had to learn to let you figure things out.

That was the hardest.

Last year I wanted to.

I wanted to butt in like I always did, and give you my unsolicited advice that you were so use to.

But I didn’t.

I had to let you figure it out.

And I’m so happy I did.

Watching you bloom into this amazing person, mother, girlfriend, and teacher.

You went through hell and back and came out stronger than ever.

I’m so proud of you.

When others try to break you, you fight back.

When you fall, you get right back up.

Out of all of the things, I think my favorite thing about us is running together.

Since day one of our running careers at age twelve, we’ve been side by side.

On those days where I didn’t want to run.

On my bad days and my good.

You were there.

I’ll never forget Junior year in high school when you won districts in the 800 and I ran onto the track to give you a hug.

And the next year when I won in the 3000 and you were the first one that I wanted to hug.

All the way to Junior year in college when I paced you for the first 400 of your 800 race and you qualified for Nationals.

You were usually faster than me, except for a handful of times.

And when I did beat you, I was filled with so much joy.

Not because I wanted to beat you and rub it in your face, but because you were my hero when it came to running. If I beat you, I did something amazing in my eyes.

We’ve been through numerous 5k’s, track meets, cross country races, and even a marathon together.

We’ve done it all.

You and I.

Megan and Janelle.

That’s how it’s always been.

Even though I can hear you now saying “no it’s Janelle and Megan.”

It’s always been us.

Through everything, you’ve been right there.

And I thank you.

Thank you for not making fun of me when I say something stupid.

Thank you for slowly memorizing every song from the Speak Now album by Taylor swift, until we knew every word to every song.

Thank you for running thousands of miles with me.

Thank you for bringing me dutch all of those times.

Thank you for the endless selfies, the good and the unflattering. And thank you for not taking too many screenshots of the unflattering ones.

Thank you for hours or car trips and pretty little liar viewing parties.

Thank you for being the Anna to my Elsa and everything in between.

Have the best day ever.



Happy Birthday Curtis


Happy Birthday Curtis.

Lets be real, if this was just between us, I would have replaced your name with something inappropriate.

That’s how we are. We joke around and give each other a hard time.

It wasn’t always like that though, at several different times throughout my life I thought your sole purpose was to make my life hell.

I thought all you wanted to do was irritate me and make things hard for me.

And I was partially right.

For 25 years now you have irritated me and made things hard for me..and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I always know you’re in a good mood when you pick on me or call me a name, that’s how I know things are fine. It’s those times when you’re super quiet that I know somethings up. Believe it or not, I look forward to seeing you because I know you’re goings to give me crap.

I enjoy it.

It took me 22 years to realize that.

That you give me a hard time to get me to loosen up and to laugh at myself every once in awhile. Or to simply just mess with me, because you’re my little brother and that’s your job. You’re allowed to.

It’s because of you that I don’t take things personally and I don’t get upset about words. You’ve helped me get tough skin and helped me develop a sense of humor. Because of you, I have learned to laugh at myself. I have learned to not always take things so seriously and to try and not care what others think.

You’re so carefree and so free spirited.

I envy that so much about you.

You don’t care at all about what other people think, I can’t do that.

You don’t think twice about going on an adventure or doing something crazy, I can’t do that.

You do whatever will make you happiest without overthinking it, I can’t do that.

I aspire to be like that.

You are unapologetically yourself.

I told you recently that I looked up to you, and you said you didn’t know why..this is why.

Because you are the things that I aspire to be.

You have also worked so incredibly hard to get to where you are in life. Most people can only hope of doing the things you’ve done by 25.

If you would have asked me at any point growing up if I looked up to you I would have laughed.

My annoying little brother? No never.

I didn’t realize that the older we got, the cooler you would get.

The more excited I would be to see you, and the more I would learn from you.

You really are a great little brother.

I’m so thankful to have you as my brother, I brag about you to people at work and my friends when they ask how you are.

I’m so unbelievably proud of the person you’ve become and I can’t wait to see what more you do in life.

I know you will continue to do great things.

I will keep this short, because you’re not the sentimental type, and I’m not even sure if you’ll see this.

I just wanted to let you know how proud of you I am, and that I am so thankful that you’re my brother.

Happy Birthday Curtis.