My younger sister is getting married. My childhood bathtub buddy, my teenage partner in crime, my adult confidant is tying the proverbial knot.
My parents named her Anna Maria, which, for a two-year-old is a torturous tongue twister, so Anna Maria simply became 'Mia', which has stuck. In Italian 'mia' also happens to mean 'mine' which as a two-year-old I likely took as hard fact.
The truth is that Mia was never 'mine' - she wasn't one of those little sisters that would get you stuff, take a dare or share the blame for something gone wrong. Mia has always been her own person.
Then along came Sean - The ying to Mia's yang.
They laugh together...
They play together...
And they do it all with style.
Mia and Sean stand up straight because they're both leaning on one another. And as all couples come to know - balance is everything.
P.S. Sean - You might be super-duper and we might love you like your one of ours, but I reserve the right as the forever older sister to be silly, giggle incessantly and share 30 years worth of inside jokes with my Mia without explanation and for no apparent reason. Some things are still mine ;)
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