I cried with my sisters at my reception that night. Not an, “Oh my gosh, I can’t believe I’m married, this is so exciting” cry, but an “I’m losing you, and there is a part of ‘us’ that will never be the same” cry. I was 22. I left home three weeks after I graduated high school at 18, and had only been back home for a few short visits in the last four years…but these girls, my three sisters, were my best friends. Well, them, and my oldest...
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