Day 110
It’s a well-known fact among
my friends that my sister nearly lost her mind when I got married thirteen
years ago.
“She’s having a hard time,”
said my mom to explain away my sister’s behavior.
This September I’ll stand beside
my sister when she takes her wedding vows. As her matron of honor, I’ll throw her a shower. I’ll do it because it’s the right thing
to do.
I’ll do it despite the fact that
when I got married she refused to plan one for me (“It’s just an excuse for you
to get gifts!”) and refused to attend the one my friends planned.
I spend the afternoon on
Pinterest, my new obsession, collecting ideas for cookies, flower arrangements
and favors. I’m thinking an
English garden party that both my British mom and sister will enjoy.
This shower is also for me. Only a thin line separates kindness
from forgiveness.
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