Being an older sister is a hard job, or at least we make it a hard job for ourselves.
As the oldest of three sisters I've been known to be a tattle tale, trouble maker, and a little bit nosey, but as the oldest I think it's my duty to carry all these traits. I gotta look out for my little chicks underneath me.
I take my role as an older sister seriously and feel like I need to take care of my sisters in every way possible, which being a human I'm not always capable of doing, so like I try to do everything I just have to give it to God
And I've spent a lot of time praying for both of sisters future husbands. Much like I prayed for the man that I would one day marry I pray for the man that they each will marry and that God would bring him at the perfect time for each one of them.
And yesterday I got to sit on a beach and watch the answer to one of my prayers. My sister closest in age to me married the man of her dreams.
It was such a gorgeous wedding, filled with love and joy as close family watched two become one.
We are headed home now after three days on the beach ending with a joyous celebration and the addition of a new family member.
I always get a lump in my throat at the end of a trip (maybe it's the oldest sister thing)? And this trip is no exception, I have the familiar lump in my throat, but not just because our anticipated trip is over, but also because I got to witness my sister become a bride and join hands with someone I've prayed for, it was a sweet sight.