August 17, 2011
My Girl Crush
After a long dry spell, my siblings now are getting hitched at a rate of about one per year. I just got back from my younger brother's wedding, which took place on Monday in the always beautiful Salt Lake City.
I could write about the wedding ceremony itself (which was perfect), but then I wouldn't have time to tell you about my infatuation with my brother's wife...and her wedding ring.
It's hard to be a good wedding helper when you are borderline obsessed with everything your soon-to-be SIL says, does, and wears.
"Stop staring at her," my sister Amy hissed. "You're making me feel uncomfortable."
Maybe it's the fact that my new SIL is gorgeous. And doesn't have a mean bone in her body. And has a seemingly endless supply of furry creatures to wear in her hair.
Whatever it is, I pretty much want to be her, or, at a minimum, just look like her. As soon as my medical insurance starts covering elective cosmetic surgery, my dreams will become a reality.
For now, I must be content to obsess from afar.