she got married this weekend. my baby sister. the one pictured in this video with me. and i feel as i can just gasp and sleep and wonder where time went, and i can’t even say her new last name without tremble.
and i keep picturing my little boy who stumbled down the aisle in his shiny black shoes and his black bowtie and his 13-month-smile, me kneeling in bridesmaid wear begging him forward into arms. in decades future it will be him, wedded, and me, daring to say his wife’s name and trusting her to hug him tight enough.
i miss you, blogging friends, and wanted to share this for my mind is bursting with stories of ontario and family and december dry and white…
and right now, i am a winter tree dregging river streams, ice atop all green and frosted. my branches bare, my roots drink deep… i am renewing in this christmas air. and i pray the same for you.
so much heart, from here to yours…