tha weddin’
My sister Elaine is getting married Saturday.
There must have been a million things I thought about when I was little. What would I look like when I turned 30? (I’m happy with the results). Where would I be as the clock struck 12:01 in the year 2000? (On London Bridge partying). Will I ever fall in love? (Been there, and fallen out of it thus far.) What will I be when I grow up? (I’m still not sure).
But I never really thought about weddings.
I certainly haven’t thought about mine, if or whenever that will happen. My eldest sister Katrina didn’t have a big first wedding. I attended her second wedding, but for whatever reason I didn’t think much of it at the time.
In two days my sister Elaine is getting married and I’m full of emotions. We’re pretty close, and over the last few years we’ve grown closer. I may be the younger one, but somehow I’ve done a lot more living than her. And yet, there are things I look for in her that I can’t get anywhere else. It’s a relationship that I treasure, and one that will be somehow decidedly different after she is married.
It’s almost like we’re not in the same boat anymore.
She’s moving into a world I don’t know. Not geographically or anything, but subtle as they may be, things will change. I’m so happy for her and John that I could pretty much explode, but a very slight sliver of me knows that once that ring is on her finger, she’s really grown up.
Damn, I look good in a tuxedo.
My friend Olivia is going to photograph the event and I look forward to not only having her around for the special day, but to the photographs that she will produce. I love her eye and her style, and I’m thrilled she is able to work with us.
It’s going to be a long Saturday. But the reception will be on a boat out on Lake Michigan, and I’m looking forward to the skyline as the backdrop for a wonderfully special day.