Fast-forward 10 years, and my sister had been diagnosed with autism and a significant intellectual disability, among other things. Given her exceptionalities, I had to let go of many of these dreams.
I gave up trying to make her sit through my hair experiments and classroom lessons. Sometimes I would talk to her late at night, but it's hard to talk to someone who can't respond. She was pretty selective with her food (for a few years, her meals consisted of bananas and strawberry yogurt), and she didn't know how to keep secrets. Despite all of these things, there is one dream I never gave up on: my sister would be my maid of honour.
Since Christy has a hard time with planning, it made sense that this was a concern for some people.
I'm extra grateful that she stood by my side through my entire wedding day. She held my flowers, she saved my twin flower girl and ring bearer, aged 3, when they got lost walking down the aisle, she danced her heart out all night long, and she wrote the most beautiful speech. If I had to do it all over again, I would choose her in a heartbeat.