Last week, I traveled to the States for my younger sister's wedding. The few days beforehand were a blur of wedding preparation and seeking to calm a nerve-rattled sister. Right up until the moment of truth, she seemed a little panicked. But when she walked down the aisle on our father's arm, she was absolutely beautiful. She and her groom beamed at each other, never losing one another's eyes.
I wasn't sure how I'd feel; I thought maybe I'd cry. But in reality, I couldn't stop smiling. They'd made it through five years and a lot of difficulty to this day, and it was clear they were deeply in love.
It was amazing to see the little sister I once viewed as nothing more than a nuisance, grown into a beautiful, poised, confident, intelligent and funny human being who is one of my best friends on earth. In a strange sort of a way, her getting married makes her seem somehow—not older than me per se, but simply entered into a very grown-up realm of life I have not experienced yet. I'm extremely happy for her and her husband.
In other changes, my first foster kitty, Emerald, has found a permanent home. Her adopter will be coming to pick her up in two days. Again, I'm not entirely certain how I'll feel. I'll miss her, I know. I've grown surprisingly attached to the furry, vocal little bundle of demanding love. I'm happy for her to find a good home, and already looking forward to my next foster cat, Camille. Apparently, Camille is an energetic handful who "needs to learn that play biting is not appropriate." Should be interesting...
