about marji

There is a seven year difference between me and my closest sibling, Marji. I grew up looking up to her… until I was in middle school when due to our height differences, I had to look down to her. <insert canned laughter>

Well, actually, I still do look up to her…  If it weren’t for Marji, I wouldn’t be here today.  Seriously.  She saved my life on at least three occasions.

The first time she saved my life was at the beach near our house in Florida. As a little toddler, she carried me on her shoulders as we walking from the sand bar back to the beach. She stepped on a sand shark, and she controlled her urge to scream knowing that if she did so I would panic. She did a great job, that is, until she took a step and landed on the same shark again. As she had correctly predicted, panic ensued.  Despite it all, she kept me above the water until my kicking and thrashing subsided.

A few years and a few moves later, when we first moved to West Virginia, we had the great joy of being home alone together. I took this opportunity to go to my parents’ room to watch their television, eat candy, and jump on their bed. It was a lot of fun until a piece of candy lodged itself in my throat. Marji was there for me and successfully performed the Heimlich maneuver.  (And I have not once since then jumped on my parents’ bed while chewing candy and watching their television.)

I grew up in a mill town, and it was common to have semi trucks roll through Main Street. But for some strange reason, as I was crossing the street on the way to the community center one day, I froze in the crosswalk as the large truck was coming towards me. I must have been perplexed as to why it wasn’t slowing down as I was obviously standing in the crosswalk. Thankfully, my dear sister took no time to pull me out of harm’s way and onto the sidewalk.

If it weren’t for Marji, I also wouldn’t be the person I am today. She has always been independent and very social. She encouraged me to take part in a foreign exchange program. If it weren’t for her, I would never have gone to France.

She has had a good heart and loves the Lord.  She has been a wonderful mentor to me.  I love her so much, and I am so glad to have her in my life not only as a sister but as a best friend.  And I am so honored to have stood by her side on her wedding day.

To be very honest, it was hard the first time I met Mero realizing that I had to share my sister with him.  That she wouldn’t be my partner in board games anymore.  That she wouldn’t be texting me first anymore.  That she wouldn’t be sitting next to me in restaurants anymore.  (I’d like to admit I was exaggerating, but that was all true.)

However, I am just so thrilled that she found her soul-mate, and now she is married to him!  (This wedding was the primary reason I have been absent from WordPress for so long.)  I cannot wait for the next chapter in their lives as Mr. and Mrs.

For anyone that is curious, the photographer’s wedding pictures can be found here.

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