**I had to make this two parts. It was entirely too long. :)**
So yesterday in the middle of a conversation with my friend Brittany, I had the realization that I posted about here. That sounds ridiculous to be such a revelation, but I honestly hadn't really thought about it that way. Seriously. Never.Crossed.My.Mind.
My sister is 13 years older than I am. I was 10 when she got married and I was quite convinced that once she got married and changed her last name that she was going to fall of the face of the Earth.
(Read: I was very dramatic in my younger years... Ahem.)
And because I was only 10, I was convinced that most details needed to be run by me and give me the chance to check off my approval...which included the guy she was going to marry. Lori dated a few guys on and off (one who called me Termite. Rude.) but I never liked any of them like I liked Harold. Harold took me on dates with them...(and made Lori sit in the back seat while I got shot-gun)...bought me Baby-Sitters Club books...talked to me like I was important...made me feel important.
When their wedding rolled around, I was Lori's Junior Maid of Honor. (Y'all, I wish I had a picture of what she made me do to my hair...) Since a J-MOH isn't normal role, I didn't have a anyone to walk with down the aisle at the beginning or at the end.
Except.
When I got about half way up on my way back up the aisle after the ceremony, I found Harold looking at me and he walked me the rest of the way out.
Y'all.
I felt so important.
And that, my friends, is why my revelation was such a thought for me.
(Side story: I remember later writing him a letter while he was out on the road for a stretch and telling him that I didn't think of him as my brother-in-law but instead my brother-in-love. Clever at 10, right?)
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