I have never had a sister.
Growing up, I really didn’t mind, as I am kind of an over dramatic middle child who felt that having all the attention as the only female child was her exact due. Admit it, none of you are actually surprised by this. My mom and I are super close, and I have always had amazing girlfriends, so not having a sister was never really missing from my life.
But when I started dating James, I also started becoming friends with his sister, likewise the lone girl in a family of rowdy brothers. When Laura came to stay with me in Paris for a week, we came to the point where we had the I-love-you-so-much-that-I-want-you-in-my-wedding-even-if-your-brother-and-I-break-up conversation. The fact that my entire apartment was only ten square meters, so I had to shower right above where she was sleeping certainly helped accelerate our closeness. Luckily, James and I never did break up, and we have just gotten closer until I really do feel like I have a sister.
When we showed up in Cincinnati for her wedding last Friday, I glanced at the programs that she had just printed and I saw my name accompanied by “matron of honor, sister.” I promptly started crying, something that would repeat itself over and over throughout the weekend.
Laura hired an amazing and super sweet photographer for her wedding, but I was that obnoxious member of the wedding party that dragged along her own camera because I am too impatient to wait for the real pics. I am already dying to see the awesome pictures that I know Vanessa took, but in the meantime, here are a couple snapshots from the weekend!
The wedding was on Sunday (exactly one year and one week after she caught the bouquet at my wedding… just sayin.’ ; ) ), so on Saturday we started the weekend with a bridal tea at The BonBonerie. People, there is nothing I love more than a tea party. Oh wait, yes there is: a tea party where we all wear obscenely large hats. After a rehearsal dinner with lots of tears (Disclaimer: I am a TOTAL SAP. If I don’t cry at your wedding… something is wrong.), a night with way too little sleep as James was up practicing his speech (yep, more tears), it was on to the wedding day!
She’s so beautiful that I can barely even handle it. Oh, and she is wearing my veil… that my granny made for my wedding. Yep, MORE TEARS.
Just look at those two. I know what you are thinking: Hannah’s kids are going to have ridiculously attractive cousins. It’s true. And because I know you are dying to see it, behold James, Hannah, and Hannah’s Hair. This picture does not do justice to the sheer size and force of my amazing do. I am generally opposed to people misusing the adjective epic, but I might just have to employ it here. For as long as I have known Laura, she has been beautifying whatever space she occupies with whatever she can craft or rummage up. This wedding was basically the culmination of her entire personality. From the wildflowers we picked that morning to put in vases, to the paintings she did for guests to sign instead of a guestbook, the the endless strands of bunting that she made or the paper pinwheels, this wedding was perfectly her.
Like she did for our wedding, James’ mom MADE all of the cakes. Just thinking about them makes my arteries clog a little, but they were so, so good.
I am blessed beyond belief to be able to call that amazing, gracious, kind, but still sassy enough to be fun, woman, my sister. And after spending the weekend around David’s family and friends, I’m pretty sure that I am blessed to be able to include him in this family as well.