My little sister got married at the beginning of this month.
I repeat. My little sister got married!
There are not words. I swear she’s not old enough to be married, despite the fact that I already had two babies at her age.
I took my two little girls, and jetted to the mainland for a long, sleepless weekend.
H adjusted fairly well to the six hour time change, but I didn’t even try to adjust Bean. So that meant she didn’t fall asleep for the night until 2am, and made for a very, very tired momma.
It was a lot of fun to just spend time with Miss H and focus on her. As one of four, she doesn’t get a lot of one-on-one time anymore. And my heart still remembers fondly all those little moments when her life was just her and me. And no one else in the world to come between that. I occasionally have those moments where I feel a pang of guilt and have to hope that my desire for a large family hasn’t come at the expense of my first few babies. But I digress.
Miss H loved getting her hair done at the salon for the wedding, and wearing her lacy flower girl dress. And she’s smart and kind and courageous and all that, but good golly. She is also ridiculously gorgeous.
I still can’t believe she is a Mrs. She will always be a little mismatched toe head with snarls and an epic pout to me.
I wish we’d had more time on the mainland with friends and family, but we needed to skedaddle and get home. I wasn’t quite ready to leave Sweet M overnight so I needed it to be a simple and short trip.
And it was nice to get home and to see our boys, where they greeted us with leis.
It was an honor to stand with my baby sister on her wedding day, but it’s also so, so good to be home.