This evening I went with my husband to take engagement photos of my little sister Jess and her fiancee. I was surprised at how sentimental I felt as I watched her...this turn of events has been somewhat sudden and I am quick to notice the subtle changes that have come to her... something is different in the way she carries herself, a new tenderness is in her eyes, and a kind of gentleness has suddenly turned her from girl to woman. It is delightful to behold, yet there is a twinge of sadness in it, as I look back over the past. The truth is, she's always been here with me, so in tune with me and alike in thought, if not manner, that I sometimes forget we're different people. :) I could fill novel upon novel with her oddities and strengths; I could render people speechless with laughter with her funny mistakes or bring people to tears with tales of true kindness she's performed.
I'm essentially a selfish person, and I love few people deeply, but when I do, I love them fiercely. No one can bring me to anger faster than when hurting my family... I remember the very first time I felt true anger--physical, boiling anger--was when a boy much bigger than me on the playground was being mean to Jessica. I shoved him away from her and shouted at him and ran away with Jess and then cried because I was scared she was hurt.
Now she has someone new to protect her, and he's quite a bit bigger than me so I think she'll be fine. :) I guess I'm just glad for memories. Jessie's future belongs to someone else now, but I will always have the childhood that belongs to just Jess and me.