When I was young, I prayed for a little sister. Brother, after brother, after brother I prayed. I would open my window to breathe the thick freshness, and spill the desire of my heart. I scrawled prayers out on paper and buried them deep in the earth.
June 27, 1992, I got that sister I had prayed for. We were instant friends, she my sidekick, and I her protector. We shared faith and opinions, secrets and dreams. The years separated us through our parents’ divorce, but as we faded into adulthood our friendship rekindled.
Through many joys we have traveled, as well as great trial. She has been my trusted friend, my faithful confidant, my unending anchor.
Tomorrow I get to walk one of the greatest joys with my sister. I get to stand beside her as she becomes one with the man of her heart. I will be there as the rest of her life begins. In some ways I know this is a landmark; a day which will change the shape of our friendship, as she clings to her one, and will share secrets that even her sisters won’t know.
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| The “smolder” |
I’m proud of the woman my littlest playmate has become, honored to be part of her life. Her faith runs deep, her kindness eternal. With tears in my eyes and thankfulness in my heart, I will stand by as she moves from girl to wife.
Choosing Hope 