I hear wedding bells in the distance
and don’t think for an instant I’m not panicking,
because it’s too early, it’s too soon,
we’re growing up and sometimes I feel like I’m losing you.
But she’s beautiful, she’s perfect,
she’s everything, and she’s worth it.
I would’ve killed you for letting that go
because no one,
and I mean no one, deserves this more than you do.
Still, I feel as though childhood has blown through the window.
Soon I’ll be in college and you’ll be on the edge of thirty,
and while I’ll be laughing, I’ll be crying too,
because more than anything I’ll miss growing up with you.
And I realize you won’t be gone, and I won’t be away long,
but that doesn’t mean I won’t be able to call you when I’m scared,
or broken, or in need of some emotional repair
because I know, no matter what, you’ll always be there.
You’ll still feel the need to chase off boys,
and I’ll still feel the need to annoy you,
because after all, you’re my brother and I’m you sister
and that’s just what we do.