Hochzeit - Stone Fox Bride

Stone Fox Bride

"I didn't bring waterproof mascara home," you said the morning of Dad's funeral when I asked to borrow some. "What do you mean?” I said. We were standing side by side in front of Mom's full-length mirror doing our hair. "I don't need it," you replied. "I'm not going to cry." And you didn't. That's my sis. Keeping it together at all costs. "I'm never cold, never tired, never hungry," you announced proudly to Cousin Ralph at the age of 8 while I was shivering in the back of the minivan, half-asleep, a Big Mac dangling out of my mouth. Voted "Most Likely To Be A Spokesperson For Dove Soap" in the high school yearbook ("Excuse me?" said the male steward on the flight to San Diego last week. "You look just like Meghan Markle"), you still have the same Crunch Gym-worthy sick bod, pert butt + high boobs that you did once upon a 2002 yesteryear. I say it every year and I'll say it again: thanks for taking me to buy my first bra (1989, blue sateen, Bloomingdales), teaching me how to format a resume, give a dirty look to underclassman, give a handjob, breastfeed, express empathy to an child and freeze oatmeal into ice cubes on Sunday night in order to make breakfast for two children in advance of the work week. I will never forgot the morning after Dad died: I came over, depleted, debilitated, hunched over in a BO-stained sweatsuit from seventh grade. You sat at your computer with perfect posture in a crisp Lululemon getup. 444 tabs open on the MacBook: A page of black dresses from NET A PORTER. Smoked fish Shiva Platters from Michaels in Chicago. Airline tickets home for the funeral. Google searches: "how to get a body back on a plane", "what kind of a coffin to order for a Jewish burial", "providing comfort to a widow", you had already written the eulogy and it was touching and hilarious and just the right amount of tender. Year after year, you continue to amaze with your insane competency and thanks to your consistently outrageous Type-A anal retentive Take Care Of Business-manship I have managed to stay lazy and low functioning and it's been amazing. There is no luckier little sister in the world. I. FUCKING. WORSHIP. YOU. Happy birthday @rebeccashap! ❤️❤️

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