There comes a moment in every sister's life when you feel like, darn it, my sister's way more grown-up than me. That moment usually comes when you see her, all of 20 years old, pacing nervously back and forth in a church hall, stumbling on her wedding dress - but then gliding down the aisle gracefully, confidently, with a smile that wins over a hundred hearts.
There are no words for how proud I am of my sister. Not only is she one of the most beautiful human beings I've ever had the privilege to know, truly gorgeous inside and out, but she's also intelligent, funny, witty and mature beyond her 20 years. Her passion and diligence for her studies and work inspire me. Her battle with ongoing problems shows her strength of spirit and undying, can't-beat-me attitude. And her love for her new husband is just endearing.
Looking at her in her wedding dress, it was hard not to cry. Well, I'm not totally sure, I didn't really try. I just felt my heart swell with pride and emotion, looking at the beautiful young couple, lit up by the soft candle light of the church, taking on a future together.
When time came for me to give my speech, all nervousness had been replaced by giddy, wine-fueled glee, but I still had the lingering feeling that I was giving my sister away. Giving her away to a life that was made for her. Away to a man who truly loves her. And isn't that what we're all looking for, in the end?
My sisters are a huge part of my life. I don't talk about them a lot on the blog since I live far away and unfortunately don't get to see them that often. But I think about them and talk to them every single day. My tattoo represents the three of us together and they will always feel like two parts of me. That's why this wedding was probably one of the biggest events of my life as well as hers.
I loved wearing my Happy Dress and not only because of all the compliments. It suits me so well - my shape as well as my mood! It's sunny and summery, just like this week has been so far. But my biggest victory of the day is standing up for four hours, walking up a hill and dancing the night away - all in my killer shoes.
Photos by me