My sister got married over three years ago, and after over two years, I finally began to feel like she was for real, and not just playing house with a boy, pots and pans, and a baby. But yeah–it took forever to realize she was just as legitimate as, say, my mother.
So now I’m playing house–or, at least, I will be. For now, I’m content to just play dress-up. Yes, I will publicly confess here that yesterday afternoon I walked around the house with 3″ heels so that I could practice walking, not falling, and working on my smile-through-gritted-teeth-because-my-feet-are-killing-me.
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