It has always been a bit surreal to me when something very adult happens to my younger siblings.
I can actually hear them all rolling their eyes as I type this but it's true. I can't help it. I still call them 'kiddo' and my brother has only recently been able to order his own drinks from a restaurant (picture it: "Um..yes, he'll have a coke. With two straws. Pink, please because that's his favorite colour).
I'm sure my mother will tell you I was born about 25 years old. I can never remember a time I didn't want to be 'older', more 'mature' and 'in charge'. Then, of course, I hit 25 and decided I'd like to just..stay..right..here.
And so, as my siblings have progressed - college, marriages, mortgages - I've just kinda stood by, like this proud surrogate mom who kinda feels stuck in this weird surreal world of 'they're all growing up so fast.'
What was so facinating about the most recent sister wedding I went to was that it was incredibly different that sister C's. And just as magical. There was stress, but a different type of stress. And I suppose C took the weight of the 'first one' of H and my shoulders. So there wasn't that first time stress.
In hindsight, one of the funnier parts was the way the 'night before the wedding' was actually played out.
For C's wedding, it was the bridal party, after a dinner with the groomsmen, relaxing in a hotel room, doing last minute things - which included the bride getting down on all fours and showing us how she could do 20 push ups - and definitely NOT A LOT of alcohol.
We were in bed by 11 - and we didn't have to get up until 10:30...
H's wedding, however, was a bit different. After a big co-family party at my parents' house, the Vint siblings decided to stay up and continue to 'celebrate' the union. Until, well, to protect those involved, can I just say A BIT LATER than 11? And that perhaps there was a LITTLE BIT of alcohol involved? And that we had to be DOWNTOWN CHICAGO at 9am?..
But as I looked at the pictures, I realised we captured (or should I say bro-in-law-1 captured) some of the best family faces I've seen in a long time.
And it make me realise that even though we are growing up, somehow, we're still those same kids that used to make each other laugh (yes, and cry) in the back of the GMC van on 2 day long car treks to Florida.
Just a little bit of view of what I wouldn't have missed for the world..
I can actually hear them all rolling their eyes as I type this but it's true. I can't help it. I still call them 'kiddo' and my brother has only recently been able to order his own drinks from a restaurant (picture it: "Um..yes, he'll have a coke. With two straws. Pink, please because that's his favorite colour).
I'm sure my mother will tell you I was born about 25 years old. I can never remember a time I didn't want to be 'older', more 'mature' and 'in charge'. Then, of course, I hit 25 and decided I'd like to just..stay..right..here.
And so, as my siblings have progressed - college, marriages, mortgages - I've just kinda stood by, like this proud surrogate mom who kinda feels stuck in this weird surreal world of 'they're all growing up so fast.'
What was so facinating about the most recent sister wedding I went to was that it was incredibly different that sister C's. And just as magical. There was stress, but a different type of stress. And I suppose C took the weight of the 'first one' of H and my shoulders. So there wasn't that first time stress.
In hindsight, one of the funnier parts was the way the 'night before the wedding' was actually played out.
For C's wedding, it was the bridal party, after a dinner with the groomsmen, relaxing in a hotel room, doing last minute things - which included the bride getting down on all fours and showing us how she could do 20 push ups - and definitely NOT A LOT of alcohol.
We were in bed by 11 - and we didn't have to get up until 10:30...
H's wedding, however, was a bit different. After a big co-family party at my parents' house, the Vint siblings decided to stay up and continue to 'celebrate' the union. Until, well, to protect those involved, can I just say A BIT LATER than 11? And that perhaps there was a LITTLE BIT of alcohol involved? And that we had to be DOWNTOWN CHICAGO at 9am?..
But as I looked at the pictures, I realised we captured (or should I say bro-in-law-1 captured) some of the best family faces I've seen in a long time.
And it make me realise that even though we are growing up, somehow, we're still those same kids that used to make each other laugh (yes, and cry) in the back of the GMC van on 2 day long car treks to Florida.
Just a little bit of view of what I wouldn't have missed for the world..
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