My sister, Brandy, and I had a complicated relationship growing up. We just didn’t get along, mostly because we both always thought we were right and Brandy never learned that I was the one that was always right. So you can see this caused problems.
We never hung out. We didn’t go to parties together. We didn’t
stay up late talking about boys, friends, or any other high school stuff. We
didn’t sing along to the radio together or paint each other’s fingernails. We
didn’t sit together in the cafeteria, share clothes, and we definitely didn’t
call each other friends.
So when she got married right out of high school, I didn’t
really appreciate my bridesmaid position. The only reason I was a bridesmaid
was because I was family. I showed up with tight curls and in my purple taffeta
dress, smiled for the camera, ate cake and went to go find my boyfriend. I had
my high school junior priorities straight.
Fast forward many years, unfortunately Brandy’s first
marriage didn’t work out. I say unfortunately, but I’m not sure that fits here
because I am really glad Brandy got married again. This time around I wasn’t
just a bridesmaid, but I was the maid-of-honor.
Not only was I the maid-of-honor, but I was also the
baker/cake decorator and I lived five hours away. By the time we arrived at the
venue I still had to decorate the cake, a rehearsal dinner to attend, and to
throw together some kind of bachelorette party. I was miles away from being
ready for any of it.
But my sister came to the rescue. Instead of having a
bachelorette party, she suggested having a cake decorating bachelorette party.
She sent the boys for beers, turned up the radio and we went to work.
And that was when we started making up for lost time.
We sang loudly and off key to the radio.
We got our nails painted.
And I proudly stood by her side that day.
Brandy and I still have a lot of time to make up, but that day we definitely started making up for lost time.
