I Missed My Sister's Wedding

When my sister got engaged last year, I couldn't have been happier.

When she asked my brother and me to be in the wedding party, I really started getting excited. 

When she texted me a picture of the dress I would be wearing as a bridesmaid, I began counting down the days. 

When COVID spread to the United States, I didn't think it could possibly affect the wedding. The wedding wasn't supposed to happen until the summer anyway.

It would be fine. 

But the wedding was postponed. And on October 10, my sister got married. 

My sister, her fiance, and his family all lived in Phoenix, while her mother lived in New Mexico. That's nearly two thousand miles away. Not that I'm counting. 

I flew out to visit once over the winter break last year, right before she got engaged. It's a grueling six and a half hour flight, and paying for four people to fly across the country for the weekend just wasn't going to happen, so my Dad was the only one who was able to go. 

The ceremony was a lot smaller than initially planned, but it was beautiful. I know. I've seen the pictures. 

I didn't anticipate missing such a pivotal moment in my sister's life, but I've never seen her happier.

And that's really all that matters.