A Toast To My Sister and her Fiancé the Day Before Their Wedding - We are Two
 
We are two.  I’m a little more than 2 years older than you but I never remember not knowing you were there and so we always have been and always will be two.
 
We are 2 who made each other laugh.
You - by making your pig face under the dining room table or tying your hands up in the backseat of the car and mouthing help out the window to passing cars.
Me - by being terrified of Tommy, the little boy who lived in your mouth.
 
We are 2 who played together; swimming for hours in the deep end, running in the sprinklers, peppering in the yard, making up dances in the empty living room, and playing HORSE on the driveway.
 
We are 2 who fell asleep together; listening to Mom tell Bible stories, filling up our magic bunny cages with every dessert we could think of, and singing Whitney Houston songs until Dad said “Be quiet and go to sleep!”
 
We are 2 who covered for each other.  
You - by writing my paper on Beowulf for me in the 9th grade b/c, let’s face it, you’re the writer.  
You - by paying to get the other girl’s car fixed when I hit her in the parking lot in college so that Dad wouldn’t find out.  
Me - by convincing you it was NOT a good idea to go in and say goodnight to Mom and Dad the one time you came home drunk in high school and by paying your speeding tickets a couple of times after college.
 
We are 2 who touched each other.  No. Literally.  And actually it was mostly you.  
You - by slapping my face to calm my hysteria when we thought we were moving to Dallas, tackling me with a really obnoxious, chicken-shaped, pot holder that I wanted to kill, you by wrestling with me, hugging me huge (b/c you gave the best hugs) and sometimes laying your head on my lap to cry.
 
We are 2 who went above and beyond for each other.  
You - by staying up with me all night and reminding me over and over again what had happened, after I got in that car accident, and couldn’t remember anything for more than 5 minutes at a time.
You - by flying all night to get to us when I put my family in the hospital after leaving the car running in the garage  
Me - by letting you scream and cry and vent to me when life is taking its toll on you and all of those deep, intense emotions you hide in there burst through because you just can’t keep them contained anymore.  
 
We are 2 who say yes to each other.  
You - when you said “Yes, I’ll be your maid of honor and stand next to you on your wedding day”.
You - when you said “Yes I’ll be with you in the hospital room when Camden is born”.  Me - when I said “Yes.  I’ll be happy for you with or w/out a wedding.”
 
We are 2 who understand each other.  
You think I’m funny.  I think you’re funnier.  You think I’m strong.  I think you’re stronger.  You think I’m pretty.  I think we’re pretty.  You think I’m smart.  Ok, I am smart. ;-) And even though we want the best for each other and we want the other to be their best, the you, right now, and the me, right now, has always been good enough for us.
 
We are 2 sisters, 2 daughters, 2 friends, 2 fighters, 2 supporters, 2 thinkers, 2 women and we are about to be 2 wives.  And then you will be 2 with someone new.  And that’s totally OK with me because now you two will laugh together and play together and fall asleep together and cover for each other and touch each other and go above and beyond for each other and say “Yes” to each other.  
 
Here’s to Lindsay and Johnny.  Who will be two.