Two Days Until I Have a Mrsister

That is a Mrs. Sister.  My sister is getting married in two days and it has been a long time coming.  Her friends began referring to her engagement as separate from other people's engagements.  "Are you going to have a normal engagement period or a C/E engagement?" It really hasn't been that long - to me anyway, but I'm still married, so that's why nothing seems that long to me.

They went to high school together but hung out in different crowds.  They knew who the other was but that was all.  They found out that they had both toured Australia at the same time, though they did not run into each other.  One day a mutual friend thought they should meet.  And the rest is truly history. 

My sister is six years younger than I am and I moved out when she was 12.  I remember tying her up one day after school because she was getting on my nerves.  She used to answer our private line and when the person on the other line (I'll give her the benefit of the doubt and say it was dependent on the friend) would ask if I was there, she would say "Yes" and hang up the phone. 

Our Uncle Jack called her "Ayatollah Gretzky".  He and my mom used to joke that when she got mad she would jump six feet in the air.  She was spirited to say the least.  She still is, and I wouldn't want to be on her bad side, but I think she's found other outlets. 

She's travelled the world.  Aside from Australia, she's spent time in the U.K., Ireland, Spain, travelled across Canada, Mexico, various states, South America and Antarctica.  She makes friends wherever she goes and keeps them.  She is amazing.

And soon, very soon, they are going to start trying for children.  I cannot wait.  She tells me about how her friends bring their kids to social events and they are so very well behaved and they sleep anywhere.  She called once and said "We're going for dinner, if you want to come." Hey that sounds fun, I think, so I ask "When?" "Well, now" was the reply.  Oh yes, I cannot wait. 

The best thing, I think, is being a sideliner in this sort of thing.  She once thought my little Ocean was kind of mouthy.  And she is; she is me.  My sister will have at least a part of herself.  Which is only fair because her namesake, my Aaron, is her too.  So if I got lucky enough to have two of her in my life, she should be graced with at least one.  To my sister; my little sister whom I love, congratulations on your next big step in life.  I seriously cannot wait.