My Sister Arrived At My Wedding Wearing A White Bridal Gown

to keep moving even when your chest feels split and stitched at once, I smiled.

“Yes,” I said. “Let’s get married.”

So we did.

I said my vows with my sister’s bobby pin still glinting on the marble two feet away.

Ethan cried at the part about Tuesday nights and old age and buying the wrong kind of tomatoes on purpose because I always do that. I laughed continue reading …