When my younger sister called in November 2022 to say she was getting married, I was slow to connect the dots.
“YAAAAY!” I screeched into the phone. Meg had been my maid of honor a couple of years earlier, and now I’d be hers. I turned and roared over my shoulder, “Meg and Ken got engaged!” in the general direction of my husband, Nick.
From 10 feet away, he grinned and winced, possibly reflecting on his own marriage to a human car alarm. However, after a giddy few minutes of chatter, the realization hit me like a bridal bouquet to the face: “Oh, crap.”
“Yep,” Meg said.
“I have to give a speech at your wedding, don’t I?”
