Dear Best Friend,
It’s hard to believe I’m actually writing this letter. I know it’s cliche, but it really does seem like yesterday that we were in high school, playing basketball together, having sleepovers and eating an insane amount of ice cream and kettle chips. Now, here we are just one week away from your wedding day. Seven days from this very moment, you’ll be getting your makeup done, your hair curled and your dress steamed. Meanwhile, I’m sure I’ll be sitting right next to you, trying not to cry, because I’m the emotional friend. (Don’t let me forget my waterproof mascara.)
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Dear Future Husband,
There are some days when I really start to question whether or not you’re even on this earth…and today is definitely one of those days. This morning on my way to work I started contemplating all of the possibilities.
“Maybe he got hit by a bus.”
“Maybe he hasn’t even been born yet, and I’m going to be a cougar.”
“Maybe he wanted to become an astronaut before he got married, and he’s out floating in space.”
And the list goes on and on. Can you tell I’m in a really good frame of mind about this right now?
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Dear 17-Year-Old Self,
You think life is really hard right now and rightfully so.
Chemistry is going to be the death of you. No one has asked you to the homecoming dance yet. You have no money to go out with your friends after Friday’s football game. And you’re trying to juggle a social life while you have a mountain of homework waiting for you when you get home.
Everyone keeps asking you where you’re going to college, when you’re taking the SATs and what you plan on doing with the rest of your life. They want to know how many schools you’ve applied to. They want to know your Plan A, Plan B and Plan Z. But you don’t know the answer to any of those questions. Heck, you don’t even know when your next history test is.
I get it. High school is tough. You’re still trying to be a kid, but everyone is pressuring you to grow up. So please hear me when I say this: don’t listen to them.
And let me tell you why you shouldn’t.
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To the girl who will marry my little brother,
Let me start off by saying that this isn’t one of those letters where I try to be the super intimidating, over-protective older sister so that no girl will think she’s good enough for my little brother. That’s not the goal here. In fact, that’s the exact opposite of my goal. I want you to know that I’ve been praying for you longer than you probably realize. I’ve asked God over and over to bring you into my brother’s life at just the right time, and I’ve asked that you would be the Lord’s absolute best for my little brother. I’m fully confident that He is going to answer that prayer, which makes me even more excited to meet you.
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When I was six years old, I found out that my mom was pregnant for the third time. And every night before I went to sleep, I would crawl in my bed and pray that God would give me a little sister. I had to pray extra hard too, because my little brother was praying that the baby would be a boy. Now I joke and say that God obviously loved me more since He answered my prayer.
My little sister is 16 years old now. She’s in high school. She’s driving. She’s taller than me. And she’s got the funniest, sassiest, and most outgoing personality of anyone I know. (Also, people think we’re twins…which I’m sure will be flattering in like ten years, but not today.)
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