I will never ever claim to be a good matchmaker. I, myself, fall in love easily, frivolously, intensely, with most people I know. Needless to say, when I get "a feeling" about other people's relationships, I am usually wrong. I can only make up for being wrong so often by being a compassionate listener and willing bad-mouther.
But I swear, when Pierce Hale came down the escalator at LAX airport with Katie and Jean just over a year ago, I knew within a couple minutes. I mean I just knew it. I wanted this guy to be my brother in law. And then we all went back to da 'hood and he played Angel from Montgomery on the piano.
Katie and Pierce, too bad you will have to listen to me retell this story again and again for the rest of your wedded lives. It's not even really a story, it's just me trying to figure out how things like this work...how the universe aligns and people come together and sisters' souls speak to each other without words or understanding.
I can't wait to get drunk at your wedding so that I can tell this story in front of lots of people, cry a helluva lot, fall in love with everyone in the room, and make some really poor matchmaking efforts, either for myself or Greg Muse.
Congratulations, my beautiful Katrinkle. Congratulations, my handsome brother-to-be Pierce. South Africa sends you a big fat virtual diamond (ooh, bad joke)
3 comments:
AHH!!! i'm so excited for them!!
i knew it all along with those two, too. they have the vibes we all dream of.
SO wish I could have heard your scream after finding out the news. I MISS YOU!
i miss anna. when`s the wedding? i wonder if i'll be home for it. did you ever get my letter? i sent you one about 2 or three weeks ago.
Anna, I love you. I miss you. I want you home. I want home. I want christmas and wedding and life close to each other. Too bad that won't happen for at least another year. We've made it this long though. Thanks for loving Pierce. He loves you too. Thanks for helping me get to this point in my relationship with him. Thanks for being my sister. Thanks for being alive.
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