WE GET TO CARRY EACH OTHER

PUERTO PEÑASCO, Mexico – I toted Rylee on my hip until she was in junior high school, she's so tiny. Oh, I could still lift her, but our mothers decided it was undignified.

She's the closest I'll ever come to a sister. Our families have celebrated holidays together for 20-odd years: first beach walks in the NW, now barbecues in Arizona. I was in the hospital room right until her C-section. And now I'm crying as her five-year-old gives her away on the Sonoran coast.

After the formal photos, Brandon scoops her up – a flounce of lace and tulle – and jogs down the sand. One way or another, they'll carry each other always, these two wonderful people. Of that I'm sure.

Stay happy, amigos.