The little moments....

     So it is currently 11:30 pm, two days before my sister's wedding.  We just spent the last two hours putting curlers in her hair and doing a body wrap, a process we will repeat tomorrow night.  And it was great.

    We have been running around all day since 9 am, and we are slap happy, to say the least.  After sufficiently getting all of my sister and the surrounding carpet wet with the squirt bottle I used to do her hair, she was freezing.  Unfortunately for her, we needed to do the body wrap, which just so happens to be a rather cold activity.

    So, in case you have never done a body wrap, or you have no idea what I am even talking about, let me give you the 'skinny' (horrible pun intended).  The jest of it is you use your choice of some witch-doctor lotion/oil/gel and rub it all over your desired body area, in our case her mid-section, and then you wrap said section in plastic wrap as tight as you can, then you follow up with a tight wrap in ace bandages, all of this unpleasantness is then slept in for the night. The point is to make you shed water weight and tighten up the area wrapped.  Should I mention I do not really believe this works all that great and I don't support this endeavored for anyone. 

     Needless to say, rubbing cold jelly on your tummy at roughly 11 pm with wet hair and hardly any clothes on is not the best of experiences.  I would also like to remind you all that we are at the end stages of exhaustion flirting with delirium.  Put all of these ridiculous factors together and we have one heck of a situation.  We got the giggles.  Like, tears running down my face, weirdo noises from my sister, no breathing, giggles. 

    As we tried to regain enough composure to finish the task at hand a wave of melancholy overcame me.  She is getting married in two days.  My baby sister will no longer be my baby sister.  Our ridiculous  days are numbered.  Our roads are diverging and it is an end of a defining chapter of our lives.  While yes, there are so many happy, positive things that lay ahead, saying goodbye to the past is still hard.  I love her.  We fight like cats and dogs but I love her, because we have all of the little moments that individually mean nothing at all, but has a compilation mean everything.  Breakfast chats before work, Dr. Phil after school, baking fails and triumphs, missing scarfs and hairspray, fights over nothing, and late night giggles will no longer define our relationship. 

    So as I prep and go over my duties as maid of honor for the millionth time I pause for a moment.  I pause to say goodbye and to let that little bit of pain surface and be acknowledged so I can truly celebrate in the next couple of days all the good that is going to come.