Wedding

During my blessed time before Christmas my sister announced she was getting married.

I was so happy for her.

I immediately became her wedding planner. Dress. Shoes. Jewellery. You name it. Retired and blessed and living my best life in bridal boutiques.

It felt like playing dress up as children again. Pure joy.

Until she told me I had to give a speech.

Damn it.

I told her I wasn’t good at that.

She told me to read my own essays.

Damn it. She had a point.

So here I am in my new liberated life staring at a blank page trying to figure out what to write.

It needs to be funny. I want people to think I’m funny.

Hold on.

This is about my sister. Not about what people think of me.

Damn it.

Head spinning. Suddenly I’m picturing myself signing books and wondering how I’d style my hair for the occasion.

Focus woman.

Back to the speech.

Nope. Nothing. Impossible.

Why couldn’t she ask our brother.

This is so hard.

My sister is funny. She makes me laugh every single time. We always have the best time together. And I have always — always — envied her hair.

Her hair. Really Stefanie. That’s what you’re leading with.

Lame.

Think harder.

She is a wonderful mother and stepmother. She found her balance amid the chaos life handed her — and trust me it handed her plenty. She is strong and generous and always there for anyone who needs her.

She deserves every single bit of happiness coming her way.

For those who don’t know her personally — I hope you get to. Because she is such a beautiful soul you will never get enough of her.

Which is exactly why he never wanted to let her go.

I know. I know.

Corny.

My eyes are rolling too.

But sometimes the corny thing is just the true thing in a fancy dress.

Kind of like a wedding.

Congratulations sis. You deserve it all.

Even if your hair is still better than mine.

I sent it to my sister as a preview.

She said I made her cry.

I said good. Save it and print it. It’s your speech.

You’re welcome sis.