My big sis got married over the weekend. It was a big fabulous and glamorous occasion with show girls, formal guests in 1930s attire, family dance numbers and not one-but two blushing brides. I’d say the wedding had nearly everything, but it was missing just one little tiny Piperjane. My two nieces ran around and danced in their pretty dresses until their dogs barked, and I imagined Pip joining them and smiling ear to ear like her little Katie-cousin. It was one of those events that just never gets easier without her.
My sister sent up a flower girl dress for Pip to wear so that I could get some photos of her in it. They were displayed at the wedding on a table dedicated to that little Pippy. It meant the world to me to have her be included in the wedding, even though she couldn’t be there in person. My family adores Piper Jane. If you could see us all together, you would see that Pip is definitely our kind. She would have loved the wedding and all the silly-ing around Atlanta we did. Ah, family.
I know..she killed it with that lace. It’s like, I never want to wear the stuff again for fear of being compared to girlfriend in the pics.