My sister Kristina (right) and me (left) at Yosemite circa 1989, in one of our many matching outfits. No, we are not twins. My mom didn’t seem to care.
I’m so so happy for my sister, but I think I’m still in shock. I mean, yeah, I cried and stuff. Tears of joy, of course, but it all still feels pretty surreal. My little sister is getting married. The girl who I used to get in fights with on a daily basis but who I still loved anyway. Oh man. This part of “growing up” is weird, but exciting and really emotional, in a good way. I’m so happy that Kristina asked me to be her Maid of Honor. This is gonna be fun!