This past weekend we celebrated my sister and brother-in-law’s 25th wedding anniversary with family and friends. I was very proud of my oldest nephew for organizing the surprise party for his parents and all that went along with it. He must have been scheming for months in order to pull it off.
I was eight years old when my sister married her high school sweetheart. I was the flower girl in their wedding. I still had the flower garland that I wore in my hair and the flower petals that I dropped as I walked down the aisle. I used some of them to construct the gift wrap for the CD of songs from 1983 that I made for them. The uber-talented Bubby was kind enough to design the CD label for me (Thanks, Bubby!).
My nephew just got engaged (to a very sweet girl) and plans to marry before the end of the year. If that isn’t enough to make you feel old, then I don’t know what will. I was twelve years old when he was born and I was so excited that I called my sixth grade teacher at home over Christmas break to tell her about it. Now he’s 6 feet 4 inches tall and planning a wedding. Time marches on.
