This is a very exciting time in our family and most definitely in my sister’s life.
It has been months of preparation, list creating and guest building, taste testing and over analyzing, decision making and expenses and much celebration.
One month from today my little sister is getting married!
Because our parents are both deceased, I have been given the distinct honor of walking Leah down the aisle.
She chose me to give her away.
I don’t know if I can do it.
I’m honored. And there is no one else. Really.
It should be my job, but this is a position I never dreamed I’d have and one I know she never thought she have to ask me to take.
Just as most little girls daydream, it should be our father by her side. Not her older sister.
The Father of the Bride is an iconic role and such a huge part of a wedding.
How can I measure up? How can I channel my father and bestow his wisdom on life and love onto my sister and her new husband? How can I be a substitute for the greatest man either of us have ever known? How can I be equal parts serious and witty like he so effortlessly could? How do I keep from crumbling in what is sure to be a pivotal moment in my life?
I am already starting to use visualization techniques to make through what is going to be an incredibly emotional day.
This will mark yet another milestone event that my parents will miss.
One month from today Leah will say “I do” in front of all of the most important people in her and her finance’s life and the two people that are meant to be there the most, won’t be.
And yet, like we have for the past almost nine years, we will endure.
We will muddle through. We will cry and muster our bravest faces. We will get through the days leading up to this monumental day, my sister’s wedding day, and all the days after.
Happily ever after.