letter to my sister.

Dear Mrs. Elizabeth O’Quinn,  

A month ago today, you said “I do.” It’s strange to think it’s already been a month and at the same time - it’s really only been a month? 

Thank you for asking me to be your MOH.  It meant more than I think you will ever know, that as my older sister you genuinely wanted me to play that role - and that you didn’t just feel like it had to be me because I’m your little sister.  And I might have grumbled a little bit about making those Love Books, or the hours I spent making those postcards or whatever craft I was doing, but I wouldn’t have traded that time in the world with you for anything. 

It’s been a long time since we were little girls.  In reality, part of us we will probably always be those little girls – especially when we are together. We curl up, watch some OTH, spend way too much talking about pinterest and DIY crafts, and eat eggless cookie dough.   But now you are a wife. And I have to admit, that I was slightly nervous about how our relationship would change.  You wouldn’t need me to be your best friend anymore because Jason would now fill that role.  I realize now, I didn’t need to be nervous.  Jason has been your best friend for years.  But so have I.  And that won’t change.  Our parents raised us in such a way that has allowed us to lean on each other, encourage each other, fight with each other, and love each other.  That’s not going to change just because you’re married and living with a boy.  And especially since you married Jason who understands that we will go to some crazy concerts, do DIY crafts, watch way to much Gossip Girl, start singing randomly, and love Duke basketball more than – well anything.

Your wedding day was beautiful.  You were stunning. Jason cleans up nicely.  The weather was perfect. The band was awesome.  And the guests were the best.   Every single detail you wanted, and we were able to make happen, just added to the wonder of the day.  To see you so happy on the 24^th night of September, and every day since, is all any of us wanted.

I’m lucky you’re my friend but even luckier that you are my sister.  And I guess I’ll survive with Jason as my brother. :)  I’m excited to see what your “happily ever after” has in store for the two of you. 

At the rehearsal dinner, I read you two a little blessing and it may be a month later, but my wish for you is still the same.  So here it is again: 

May the light of friendship guide your paths together. May the laughter of children grace the halls of your home.  May the joy of living for one another trip a smile from your lips, a twinkle from your eye. 

And when eternity beckons, at the end of a life heaped high with love, may the good Lord embrace you with the arms that have nurtured you the whole length of your joy-filled days.

- Irish Marriage Blessing. 

Happy you’ve-been-married-a-month-and-there-are-lots-more-to-come!

Much Love,

the mule to your nag, your never disappearing shadow, the little one to your sissy, your partner in craft crime, your younger sister.