Stacy + Taylor = Staylor
On Saturday my little sister got married. This was a little different from when the other little sister got married. Because she’s littler. And she’s moving to Georgia.
The wedding was the easy part. The hard part was when Lyndsay and I had to leave. I pulled Stacy outside and hugged her and cried my eyes out, and she just looked up at me like, “Brother, you’re a pansy, but I love you.”
And that was it. In one tiny weekend the world of marriage took its last child of Roy and Barb, and my little sister has been whisked away to a land of sweet tea and Chick-Fil-A.
It would be much harder if I thought Taylor wasn’t going to treat her like a queen. But he will, and so I have no choice but to be happy for her. It’s always hard to leave my family behind. And it was harder this time.
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