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.