The day my sister got married she wore a flowing, white, wedding gown pinned with tiny pink roses. I watched with the rest of the wedding party, as she walked down the aisle clutching my father’s arm. Her wedding dress ruffled as if she were floating on clouds, and when I saw her smile I knew she was truly happy in that moment. I was happy for her, although it felt as though I was losing her. When my sister gave birth to my nephew, almost two years after her marriage, I was there. Once again standing by, waiting during the 24 hours of labor, praying that there were no complications and that the baby and she would be okay. I held my nephew for the first time—and in my arms he felt so tiny. His rose colored face was beautiful and round, and as I whispered to him “I Love You” he opened his eyes and smiled. I could not imagine anything else being so perfect in my life, than that moment of pure perfection.
Sincerely, The Open Closet
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