Y’all, my baby brother is getting married. MARRIED. TO A REALLY AMAZING WOMAN. I still think of him as the little blond boy who had skinny little legs and followed around my older brother and myself, but somewhere along the way he grew into a man. A MAN WHO IS GETTING MARRIED. When he moved to DC a while ago, it was amazing. Family dinners! Road trips! Movie nights! Ruth moved out here this summer, and if I thought I loved her before, it was confirmed when she was my roomie for the summer. We would watch Dawson’s Creek just to sing along with the song (yep, go ahead and watch it and then come back), consume lots of cheese, and stay up talking. I could not be happier that she is becoming my sister and that our family out here in DC is growing.
- "Art rediscovers, generation by generation, what is necessary to humanness. " -John Gardner
Lately, on InstagramNow I know the truth behind photos of touching sibling moments like this. I know that I caught him trying to force feed her salami minutes earlier, that he routinely bites her feet, and that his version of “helping” to burp her borders on abusive. I know that the transition is hard, and love and jealousy and insecurity and anger and fear and excitement get all wrapped up together. But I also know that someday, he will have her back and she will keep his secrets. So for now, we slog on and rejoice as moments like this become more frequent.First trip as a family of four in the books! And it just. About. Killed. Us. Henry’s face is me eying any suggestion to travel ever again. 😒 ✈️🙅♀️But of course, I know that in time I’ll forget the chaos and crazy and exhaustion and remember nothing but the joy of watching my whole big family meet the newest member of our little family. By “in time,” I mean a verrrrryyyy long time.