Even though we were eating chips and salsa; it wasn't the heat of the peppers that had tears streaming down my face. My God-given friend, Ashley, was telling me her latest story about trying to die Easter eggs with her 20 month old twin girls. Let's just say it was a fail. The tears that night weren't out of sadness, but laughter. Since I'm a mom of twin girls too, I could easily relate to her story.

Ashley and I don't just share stories about our twins. We have shared life adventures since we were in dance class at three, cheerleaders at sixteen, and married our high school sweethearts at twenty-three.

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