My sister was married this past weekend. The week before, K and I spent a full week at the beach in preparation. It was so lovely. Lovely to sit around and hold hands and reminisce about our own wedding preparations and hair-pulling adventures. I thought I was ready to go. Recharged and refueled.
And then this weekend, I attended the wedding of my little sister. It was a flurry of excitement and preparation. And there was still hair-pulling. And it didn't hit me until quite after that my sister is a married woman. I started to remember when we were little, and she hated school. And we had "auctions" with my brother, where we found discarded notebooks and old pencils to sell to one another for pennies. I thought about sharing a room and talking late into the night...and then getting in trouble. I thought about K being around when my sister was only a freshman in high school and talking about love and dating. And in a way, I don't think that an older sister is ever ready for her little sister's wedding.
