Baby sister and the diamond ring

So I got an email the other day from a young man, wondering, hypothetically, how he would go about making sure that a diamond was conflict-free, you know, just in case he was thinking of buying one. This young man happens to be dating my little sister Vilja. And he gave her a diamond ring tonight.

(momentary pause to freak out. I'm freaking out. AHHHH! SO AWESOME! CRAZY!!)

Okay, now that is out of my system. It is kind of surreal, that my little sister is getting married. This is the same girl who I shared a room with and would always convince our mom that she was too little and sleepy to help us clean the mess that she had made, and then, with the door closed, would pop up in bed and say "Clean faster girls!" and laugh at us. This is the same girl who we could always convince to go get stuff for us because she "had the youngest legs"-- as if the rest of us were crippled or something with broken hips! This is the girl who I played barbies with and orphans (yes, we always played orphans, and it was always during wartime) and all sorts of things. This is a girl with giant seal eyes that make you give in to anything for her.

Doesn't she sound like such a little baby and way too young to get married? I suppose that this is also the girl who is an incredible writer and soon to get her BA in English from BYU. And also the same one who just came home from a wonderful mission to Estonia. And a girl completely capable and gifted at everything, including being nice and sarcastic and funny and spiritual and serious at just the right moments. Of course she's getting married. Jordan would've been a fool to let her go, and Vilja has always had such a good head on her shoulders that she wouldn't waste her time with someone who wasn't worth it.

I'm glad Jordan is no fool. I'm sure he has no idea what he is getting into, marrying into our Hynynen clan (bwahahahahaha!). I'm glad that when my baby sister called and told me that she is engaged, she said that she is going to have the best life ever because they have so much fun together. I'm glad she gets to marry her best friend. What a beautiful world.

Now, being the older sister, you may wonder if I am not just slightly jealous, as I sit here alone, well on my way to being an old cat lady. Of course I am, who wants to be alone? But, that feeling doesn't get much attention when I am so thrilled about Vilja's wedding, and realizing how incredibly happy I am in my own amazing existence in this beautiful life.

Congrats, Twiga!