Under the ruse of helping them move furniture, my sister and future brother-in-law invited Melanie and I to their new home last night. They showed us their new hardwood floors on the second floor. Very nice! I'm looking around the place and wondering how come everything looks so tidy. Weren't we here to move stuff? I said nothing and we proceeded to eat dinner and talk about the housing market. I asked my sister, "Are we not moving furniture?" She replies that my parents came over yesterday and they were able to finish all the rearranging due to the hardwood flooring installation. Fine.
We spend the rest of the night talking about their upcoming wedding and about me designing the engagement and wedding invitations. Just as I'm about to tell them we need to leave, Vince asks Melanie and I about our plans for July 8, 2007. I tell him he's quite comical in that we plan on attending their wedding that day ... providing I can get out of my barber appointment. He then says, "Would you like to be my best man."
"Funny dude," is my response and I turn and watch tv for a few seconds before I turn back to him and say, "You're not joking, are you." No he says and you're making me nervous. I respond with a heartfelt yes and we all laugh about the awkwardness of my response. I thought he was joking ... although that would be quite the cruel joke.
Then, my sister says hold on. She asks Melanie if she would like to be in the bridal party as well and Melanie, unlike the dufus that I am, happily agrees immediately. My sister than drops the bomb that she wants her to be the Matron of Honour. Melanie instantly agrees and they hug like school children. (Perhaps a weird analogy but it works.) We then sit there in shock for a few minutes and are honoured that we've been chosen to help them on their special day. We close the evening off with a Sambuca shot and drive home with smiles on our faces.
As I was doing my run this morning, I thought about my brother's wedding 10 years ago and how I was best man for him and now I'm doing the same thing for my sister. (Cue the sappy music.) I realize just how close my family is. Although we may get on each other's nerves, we will always be there for each other and nothing is more important to us. The Leafs winning a Stanley Cup in my lifetime is a very close second!
This wedding is going to be a blast!
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