A mere three days from now my little sister Maggie is tying the knot. My bridesmaid's dress is being tailored, the airline tickets are booked, and the rental car is ready. And yet! There is a little part of me that expects to get to the airport in Oakland, and someone will tell me that the ceremony is called off, because Maggie is still a toddler. The one I babysat all the time. Or the five year old on videotape who runs onto the screen and yells make-up! and socks my other sister in the face with a big white pillow. She's still the eighth grader who would eat big bowls of Cheerios and talk about guys she liked. She's the captain of the cross-country team. The Berkeley sorority girl. The single lady in San Francisco.
The baby my mom brought home from the hospital. The little one with all the dark hair.
