Sadie, Sadie~

Married Lady--my sis' gettin hitched!

The call we've been waiting to get, for months it seems, was finally made! Sarah and Matt are engaged! She's giddy, which is to be expected, and so darn cute--taking the ring out shopping, to see how it looks pushing a cart--naturally. As soon as we get to see her (only 6 more days!) I'm sure we'll need sunglasses lest we be blinded by the glow that has enveloped her, not to mention all that bling!

Now we get to partake in all those girly rituals that we've all pretended disgusted us for our entire lives. The fantasy and all it's magic has come true. Love and all that other nonsense. Bring on the brides magazines, bring on dresses, the cake, the champagne, showers and gifts. Bring on flowers and romantic ceremonies and to have and to hold, for the rest of our lives.

Wow. I'm getting all weepy just thinking about it. Nobody deserves happiness more than my sister. She is generous, giving and she deserves nothing but the best. Which Matt will give her, he'll make all her dreams come true...or he'll run and hide.

Maybe I am a cynic. Maybe I am trying not to get too carried away. Self preservation? This is the fantasy--love, marriage, family--the key to happiness. Who am I kidding? I know nothing about relationships. I know nothing about love; unless we're counting bad relationships...taking the opposite of my own experiences brings me closest to what love should be.

I'm going to put on my happy face. Because she is my sister and I love her. And because marriage is hard enough, planning a wedding is hard enough. I'll support all her decisions--to elope, to hit up a justice of the peace, or a huge gaudy, splashy ceremony--whatever she chooses, I'll stand beside her. I'll remind her she's the most beautiful woman in the world and she's got a wonderful life ahead of her.

And that this is her day, but it is just the beginning...