Disclaimer: This blog post is an emotional one.
I am the eldest of three girls, my sisters are my world and mean more to me than words can describe. When I first met Mr. Fiancé I told him – if they don’t approve unfortunately I will have to leave you – and I honestly would have. Lucky for him, he fit right in. I don’t want to say more than this as I know I have to write a speech in just a few months and trust me I’m saving the good stuff for then.
With the wedding fast approaching my mind seems to wander to areas I didn’t quite imagine it would ever go. Growing up with sisters I always had a best friend, roommate and someone to attack those closet monsters with. As we grew older they became the closet monsters, seeing how every time I would purchase something it would somehow end up in their hands and I’d get it back as soon as it was worn out. This year both my super intelligent sisters (“creative” engineers – I’m the only one with the artsy gene) had opportunities they couldn’t say no to. One moved to Calgary, Alberta for this opportunity while the other is spending the summer in Kingston, Ontario researching alongside her prof – I know, nerd alert! I am beyond proud of them; the thing is as selfish as this may sound it hurts every time they leave after a weekend. I tried describing this to Mr. Fiancé but it’s something you just won’t understand unless you are a girl and have a sister.
Years before my wedding – as any normal group of girls we’d always spend days talking about “wedding prep” … “oh but when you’ll get married we will do this and that and make sure I’m there for the tasting” … etc. Now that it’s time – it seems the universe had other plans and separated the three of us physically. See now, this is all done over the phone or Google Hangout. It’s not how any of us imagined it, nor how we wanted it to go down. Yes, it works – but it’s just not the same. Although technology demolishes the distance between us, it’s still unsettling when you want to walk into the other room and just talk to someone, yet no one is there. Let’s also not forget how crazy parents are – three against two is a lot easier than one against two. We get a dose of this every time one of them visits, but it’s just that – a dose. My sisters weren’t able to come to the tasting nor the initial reception gown selection. They know my every move with the wedding – it’s just different. I wish I could change it but at the same time I’m proud of these women in my life.
Maybe the universe did this to make moving out a lot easier. Maybe it was done on purpose to ensure I don’t flood my town with tears during the doli (who are we kidding I probably still will and don’t think I’m less of a person for being emotional while one chapter closes in my life – that’s another ramble for another post).
Whatever the case may be it is not easy. Especially now that sometimes my new purchases end up in Kingston and Calgary. 😉