First I'll get verklempt, and then I'll get jiggy with it…

2010 at 11am     Posted by Rebecca Joines Schinsky

Does anybody still say “getting jiggy with it?” Talk about a short-lived cultural phenomenon.

Also: this post is not at all book-related. Much as I love books, there are other things in my life that I like to write about sometimes. There. You’ve been warned.

Anyway, on to the main event.

My sister is getting married this weekend. My little sister. My sister who used to steal french fries off my plate when I wasn’t looking, who once threw a seatbelt at me in frustration and gave me a huge goose egg right smack in the middle of my forehead, who has the biggest heart of anyone I’ve ever known. And I’m not just saying that because she’s my sister.

I’ve had a year and a half to prepare for this (Tim proposed on Thanksgiving 2008), but really, it’s something I’ve been thinking about, in one way or another, for as long as I’ve known that someday she would find that one right person, and I would have to find a way to get through it all without doing the ugly cry too much.

Because let’s be honest, folks, the ugly cry is going to happen. Now it’s just about controlling how bad it gets.

There were times (actually, there were years) when I worried that this would not be an event that made me happy. Before Tim, I never liked a single one of Sarah’s boyfriends, and that’s not just protective big sister-ness talking.  I’ve sworn eight ways to Sunday that I won’t enumerate her exes’ shortcomings, and I intend to make good on that, but I just have to tell you, interweb, that she picked a good one this time!

Seriously. I haven’t liked a guy my sister has dated since her very first boyfriend. She was five. His name was Jonathan. They were going to grow up and raise pigs together.

After Jonathan came a string of boys (and that’s what they were) who said all the right things. They knew they were *supposed* to like strong women who had their own ideas and opinions. They knew they were *supposed* to like confident women. They knew they shouldn’t be intimidated by independence and outspokenness.  They gave great lip service to all of those ideas, but when push came to shove, they couldn’t hack it.

And then there was Tim.

Sarah and Tim, fall 2009.

And people, let me tell you, Tim gets it.

He sees all of the wonderful things in my sister—her strength, her honesty, her selflessness, her wicked sense of humor—and he loves them. He embraces everything about her and gives her the space she needs to learn and grow and create the life she’s dreamed of. And he’s totally not intimidated by the fact that ninety percent of the time, Sarah is the funniest person in the room.

Together, Tim and Sarah have created a relationship built on all of the things you’re supposed to build a relationship on. For good measure, they’ve added a childlike playfulness and sense of fun (those of us who have heard them have water fights while they’re supposed to be brushing their teeth can vouch for this), added patience for each other’s quirks (Sarah has learned that “you can’t just throw things into the washer willy-nilly” when doing laundry), and an abiding commitment to laughing as often as possible.

There was a moment a few years ago when Bob and I were out to dinner with my parents and Tim and Sarah, and I looked around the table and realized, “This is our family.”  It was a beautiful feeling, and I’ve been reflecting on it quite a bit as I prepare for Sarah and Tim’s wedding and for the toast I’ll try to give without getting too verklempt (this post is a way to draft it and get my thoughts out). I can’t say enough how happy I’ve been to have Tim in our family for the last six years and how much I’m looking forward to seeing the life he and Sarah will continue to create together.

I feel privileged to be a part of it.

Here’s to a lifetime of love, friendship, laughter, and family for two of my very favorite people.

Oh, and their dog Angus. He’s good, too.

Now let’s get to the party where we dance like crazy!

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