I know my posts have been mostly about me.
But there comes a time when you have to blog about your little sister.
Especially when she is 3 years younger than you are and she's getting married.
My mother gave me the news on Saturday.
It was all I could do to keep my smile long and real enough until my face hit my pillow and I let the tears fall.
I knew she was in a relationship...I just never knew how serious.
I know her boyfriend...I just never knew he'd be a husband.
Now he has a new title "fiance"; he earned it by the ring on my sister's finger.
The me that doesn't care about my singleness is happy for her.
The me that does care has cried a river already...
