We love some chick flicks in my family and growing up, Father of the Bride was always a favorite (so much so that Husband and I named our dog Banks). My baby sister got married one week ago and I could not stop thinking about the scene where George sees his grown daughter as a tiny five year old at the kitchen table.
"He's wonderful and brilliant and we're getting married..."
For some time now, I've told Mallory that I still see her as the little girl in her third grade yearbook picture. She's wearing a red courderoy jumper with a denim shirt underneath (oh, the 90's) and her blonde hair is curled from a night spent in sponge rollers. She is so tiny and still thought her big sister was cool. For years, no matter the occasion, I would look at my baby sister as she got her driver's license, went to her senior prom, graduated from high school, moved into her freshman dorm room, and graduated from college, and I would still see that giddy nine year old with sponge rolled hair.
But now, as I watch my baby sister marry the love of her life, a man we have known as her boyfriend for eight years now, she is no longer a baby. I see this beautiful, confident, self sufficient woman before me. I am so proud of her and the woman she has become. I admire her spontaneity, her honesty, and her general attitude toward life. (I've always said I want to be her when I grow up). She has truly married her best friend, her high school sweetheart, a boy I have watched grow into a man, and I couldn't be happier.
Just look at what a breathtaking bride she was:
Mallory and Peter didn't want speeches given at their rehearsal dinner, so I will give mine here. Mallory, you are my best friend, the best sister for whom anyone could ever wish, and such a great aunt to my Catherine. I am so proud to finally call Peter my brother-in-law, although we have considered him family for so long now, it's simply a technicality. I am so happy for you both and so glad Catherine will have cool Aunt Mallory and Uncle Peter to escape to when her parents are acting too much like parents.
Be happy. Love each other. And spoil my children rotten.
I love you so much and am so very happy for you both!