Invitations to a new life

Every step in putting together this wedding brings it home to me more and more. The last two sibling weddings that I took part in, it wasn’t…I don’t want to say real, but I can’t think of another word for it. Maybe it’s because this time it’s not one of my older siblings getting married, it’s my baby sister getting married.

This is the young woman who used to beat me up and made me the ‘Queen of Bruises” for the majority of elementary school. This is the young woman who stopped other school bullies from beating me up because she didn’t want to share.

This is the young woman who helped me chase our dog all over our neighborhood and then the one across a main street because he had decided that we weren’t getting enough exercise. He’d run home and wait for us on the front lawn. We actually ran past her future husband’s house every time our dog ran in his neighborhood. (Which was something like twice a week during the school year and almost once a day during the summer.)

This is the young woman who I’ve lived with almost my entire life save for about six months worth and now she’s going to get married and live somewhere else. I won’t see her everyday. She’ll still be close by and within easy walking distance with only one major road and some trax lines between us. But he makes her so happy and she makes him so happy and together they make a kind of sense that I haven’t often seen in the people that I’ve actually known throughout my life.

This whole line of reasoning and thought came because we spent this morning getting her wedding invitations ready to mail out tomorrow. She’ll be a married woman exactly one month from today.

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