Engaged!!

YAY! Sisty is engaged! She and her hubs-to-be are perfect together and I think all of Nashville and half of Texas have been waiting forever for this day to come. He popped the question last Sunday and I could barely wait to give them both hugs when they arrived back in town. Things have been full-steam-ahead since then - she and the Looch have been driving all over town scoping out venues. As soon as they get a date confirmed we'll all be able to take a step back and they can really focus on their theme. Whee!! I love this!!

Unfortunately the mean comments have already started rolling in. The barely-masked pity in our relatives' voices is insanely irritating. Sometimes it feels like they're just waiting for me to throw a fit and freak out. It would be bad enough if I could just chalk it up to their bad acting, but the thing that's most frustrating is that it just makes it so obvious that they don't know me at all. If they did, they'd know that I might honestly be happier for my sister than even my parents. I love her bigger than the world, and I feel so privileged that I'm here to share in this crazy-exciting time. The fact that they'd even think I was jealous is not only ridiculous, but also really unfair. I don't want their bad attitudes to make sisty feel like she has to hide her happiness from me. I don't want anyone to make her feel like she can't relish every second in the spotlight because of some antiquated idea of the eldest daughter having to pass milestones simply because of birth-order. She's marrying the man of her dreams. Does it really matter if I haven't found mine yet?

Of course, I'm fully expecting this to happen after we roll out of whatever fabulous venue they choose.



A girl's got to have some sort of reward for patience, right??