For most of my life, I wanted to be K. She was running around the world doing amazing things. She went to medical school, did Teach for America, attended Harvard grad school, and is getting her PhD at UNC...and somehow still found time to live out West, volunteer her summers at soup kitchens, and make it to my high school state championship track meet. She is, in a (hyphenated) word, Super-Sister.
I love her for lots of reasons, but mostly because she's always been where I'm going before (whaa? Stick with me.) Being older, she was naturally the first to dabble in make-up (ooooh), play sports, attend college at Princeton, follow her dream, backtrack and follow another dream, find the man of her dreams, get married, and have two of the cutest kids in the world. I'm trying to keep up, really I am! So I love her for a lot of reasons, but, for today, because she has already gone through the wedding-planning process.
Not having a sister would be hard. Who do you call? Who can say they understand during a family fight or even life situation. I mean, she's been there. She's from where I'm from, knows me to my heart, and, well, just gets it.
B and I don't have a wedding party just yet, but we've definitely nailed down (and asked!) our two most important players to join the team. K is my Matron of Honor (but we'll call her Maid of Honor, because I'm bound to forget), and B picked his dad to stand by his side for our big day. I can honestly say that I've never been happier, or had such an easy choice.
PS...I promise this obsession with my sister isn't insane, but I won't promise that it's passing. Expect to see much more about her fabulousness (and her super-cute husband and adorable kids) on here in the next few months.