Sisters First: Stories from Our Wild and Wonderful Life

by Jenna Bush Hager

When you’re born a fraternal twin, you are automatically compared, as if each twin must be the inverse of the other, a yin and a yang always slightly at odds.

When Gampy, my grandfather, was inaugurated, I thought every family had at least one grandfather who got an inauguration, that it was a special celebration thrown for grandfathers.

When we did come home, Barbara and I slept in the same side-by-side bedrooms that Caroline and John Kennedy Jr. had occupied before us and Malia and Sasha Obama would after.

I pray for those I love. And the three I love the most are you and mom. Love, DAD