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One Week Today

One week today I will wake up with a mission: A mission to be the calming force amonsgt a sea of giddyness, excitement, nervousness, panic and mania.

One week today I will also focus on one thing: Getting a drink - alcoholic or non - in her hand

One week today I will pray that whatever contraption I've purchased to help squeeze me into that dress will actually work.

One week today I will agonise about what to do with my hair but then realise that I could walk in with a green mohawk and it wouldn't matter - all eyes will be on the girl in the white dress

One week today I will hope that my feet make it up and down the aisle without giving out on me.

One week today our family will grow.

One week today is the beginning of a new generation.

One week today I will have a new brother.

One week today the little sister who I used to boss around in home videos, bicker with on long car trips, borrow clothes off of as teenagers, party my butt off with in Toronto, will walk down an aisle of adorning friends and family in the most kick ass dress, even the temptation of a free one could not stop her from getting it.

One week today, I better remember to pack the tissues and waterproof mascara.


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