Monthly Archives: September 2012

My Little Sister Got Married!

All right, so she’s 36, but she’s still my little sister.

Last weekend Santina and the boys and flew back east for my sister Maria’s wedding.  We had a great time and the boys we very good during the ceremony (and even during the reception once the dancing started).  I wrote a toast for Maria and her husband, Wayne.  Yes, you read that right, my sister married a man named Wayne.  So now my boys have a daddy Wayne, a papa (grandpa) Wayne and an uncle Wayne.  At any rate, here is my toast, in poem form.

A Toast to M and her Wayne

There’s nothing like writing with a deadline to clarify the mind,
just like there’s nothing like a little sister to push my buttons and get to my goats.
I would say that it’s not worth fretting over,
today is your day, and every day from here on out.
I could tell stories about you and me, I could repeat all our inside jokes, but I won’t.
Instead I’ll just ask you to remember how,
when I went on more than some, more than most, you listened,
and when it was dark I built a light for you.
Well, you have your own light now,
someone you didn’t need to go to the train station and ask for
two to Duluth to find,
someone who will peel your grapes.
I used to think that everyone should have a Nantucket,
only now it seems that everyone has a Wayne.

Congratulations to my little sister and her Wayne!

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