If you remember, a few days ago I wrote an item in this post that something special had happened that day. Today I get to elaborate on that I was talking about.

It seems like only yesterday we were playing tricks on the babysitter. Locking her out of the house and giggling on the other side of the door as she beat on it. Melting crayons on the roof. Climbing out onto the roof just to climb to the top until someone saw us and snitched. Turning the living room into a grocery store, an office, and the ever popular Pat’s place.

As little kids we were the best of friends. We got into all sorts of trouble without ever being caught, like the hobby shop, and laughed the whole time. Sometimes we got caught and today we think back and laugh. Like the butter on the ceiling and the stroganoff in the window. Haha, that was funny.

I actually remember taking this picture.

As we got older we grew apart as buddies and just lived as neighbors in our parents home. Since then though, we have become friends again and share more adult conversations about real things with real emotions and real situations. Not just what cartoons were on our Saturday morning schedule.

Years have passed and there have been several boys in her life, a few got quite serious as well. She seemed to have the worst luck though as when things got to that magic point, they all left. They also all followed the same patterns, within a few months of separation, they all got some other girl knocked up and left to marry them instead of my sister. It was sad and sadder and sad again to watch it happen. But, she was strong and she persevered.

Then she met some boy name David while living in her current home state of Alabama. As per usual, I had my hesitations regarding the seriousness of things and the relationship itself. After all, we’ve seen it before and I didn’t want to get too attached. I met David once before in a brief overnight visit and I saw then something was different. I saw the way he looked at her. I saw how he talked to her. My first reaction to gag because it was my sister, but there was something very endearing in his ways with her. He was fairly quiet and reminded me of me, but he certainly loved her and all her little quirks. It was all over his face and sleeves.

Earlier this week he sent me a message and asked for my phone number. He also asked me not to mention it to my sister and I suspected why he made such a request. Later that day my suspicions were confirmed. As you probably know, my father passed away 3 years ago this December. This is an important tidbit to keep in mind. David had called me, exchanged some standard pleasantries and then got to it. I could hear the nerves in his voice and I wonder if he could hear mine. He asked me for permission to marry my sister. I took a deep breath as there were several emotions of my own rushing through me, but I gave it with a smile and compliments to him and to them. I was honored and happy to see there are a few more noble gentlemen out there as I like to think I am.

Then this afternoon, I got a phone call from my baby sister. She was obviously in tears and crying, but in a good way. She was engaged. We talked for only a minute and thats probably a good thing, cause I had my own tears welling up I needed to choke back. The tears of joy in me don’t come very often or easy and I was out in public where boys don’t cry. Boy was I close though. She asked me to walk her down the aisle and I said of course, and I will be honored to do so. I promised her I would when our Dad died and I have actually dreamt of the moment. I have given thought to my response when I am asked who gives away this woman. But I will do my part with great honor, pride, and happiness just as my father would have.

My baby sister, all grown up, is now engaged to be married. God bless you sis, I am so very happy for you.
I love you!

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