Joy Wins
This weekend was awesome. Like, truly amazingly, wonderfully awesome. The planning had all been done, the details figured out, weather app checked numerous times, and people arrived. My baby sister got married to the perfect man for her. We all got dressed up and gathered around them to celebrate. We celebrated them for hours, with lots of laughs, silly dancing, candy, cupcakes, oh so much food, and a healthy share of beer and wine. It was beautiful, all of it. There is no secret surrounding the fact that someone was missing from the weekend. There was a big, gaping hole where he belongs. We all felt the absence, and it made us sad. He would have loved nothing more than to be there, watching his baby girl commit to a man who makes her so happy. He would have loved walking her down the aisle, hugging her, kissing her cheek, and handing her over to Brian. He would have loved the food and chatter, even if after a while the craziness might have led him to seek refuge in a quiet ar...