Krys-And-Matt

It’s Labor Day…2013…and I’m in a hotel in Dallas; it’s a day I will never forget.

In about 3 hours I’ll be watching my baby sister get married.

I guess you could say she isn’t a baby any more, even though I’ll always think of her that way.

Images of her giggling as a toddler still invade my mind.

She was always a good sport about those things that brothers do. As a 4-year-old, when I wanted to practice wrestling moves, she sacrificed herself, laughing, enduring body slams on the bed and sleeper holds that never really worked.

And, boy, Krys has always been smart, smarter than me; she  kept a good attitude when we were young and I gave her some friendly, brotherly teasing about her academic prowess.  Behind the teasing, however, I was always so proud of her.

My sister is also friendly and kind.  She’s got a great group of friends that love and support one another.  Yesterday I enjoyed the easy manner in which they let me into their fold, allowing me to share some of this moment with them all.  The world has never known a cooler group of friends.

I didn’t realize it until yesterday, but I’m probably going to cry when she walks down that aisle.  I’m a big baby that way; I’m also very much okay with that.

A couple of days ago I laughed when my sister messaged me that she was going to have to learn a new signature.  I never thought about that, one of those small (sort of) things that ladies go through when they get married.  New names, new signatures.  But, I bet she’s already practiced a little bit.

She’s found the one in Matt.  It’s obvious and they’re great together.

May blessings rain down upon my baby sister and her very-very-soon-to-be husband, always, and forever.  I love you guys…congratulations & all the best!!

- Your Bro