Thecia & Patrick
My sister is getting married today. It's a funny feeling being all grown up. Of three, she's the oldest, and I'm the youngest. Naturally, she picked on me and I tried my best to be annoying, so our childhood was filled with stupid fights and snitching. Mostly her snitching and me fighting. When we were kids I threw a penny at her forehead, and I swear I had unleashed Thecia 2.0. That was the last time I threw a penny at any type of forehead. When we were older, she chased me around the house, and me in my innocence did not foresee this type of attack, so as I ran in my socks on shiny new hardwood floors, I slipped and fell by our dinner table. Apparently that was enough punishment for me because she stopped chasing me.
My sister and I only look a like, but we couldn't be anymore different than each other. I'm clearly more fun. Haha, I'm kidding. She's always been the wiser one, and I the foolish one. She'd do things the right way and I would ignore my parent's advice and mess up and come back crying. She studied hard while I was out and about. She started college right out of high school, and when I graduated, I was still out and about. I've always been so loud, and she just observes in her quietness. I give myself away to every person I meet, but she guards her heart. I'll give you my trust but you'll earn it from her. I live for the now, she lives for tomorrow. I care less, and she cares more, but somehow, it doesn't take much to make us both cry.
In a few hours you'll be walking down the isle with my dad, and be given to your husband. I already know we're going to cry really ugly. It's a new season as you take on a new last name, and I am so happy for you. I'm excited for your new home, your new job, and your marriage.