I Was the Bridesmaid With the Big Hair and the Big Kleenex

When my sis married my bro-in-law, I was 15. I was a brat. I was obnoxious, opinionated, gutsy, & would do anything on a dare.
I was also crazy about my sister. She was (& still is) my BFF. So, on the day she married, & was to move 10 hours away, I was a mess.
The bouquet I carried hid a big wad of snotty tissue. And I cried so hard during the ceremony that my head can be seen shaking in the wedding video.
When they left for good, I was so silly that I'd sleep in her bed. I missed her so much. I even missed fighting with her (which we were EXCELLENT at).

Not much has changed. She's moving away again. And I'm a mess.
But this time, I don't miss her - as much - as those nieces of mine. Who have not just won my heart, but won the hearts of their uncle & their two biggest admirers - F & G.

Today was our last hurrah together. An outing together. A picnic. And a really brief good bye. To be honest, it was as if God was taking control of the little situation - He brought a nasty storm over the park where we were eating lunch, & clapped what could be the loudest crash of thunder, & poured an extra-large bucket of huge-droplet rain on us. We had no choice but to be brief in our good-byes. Even when I didn't want to let go of the tiny waists I was squeezing, I was forced to, on account of rain streaming down our backs.
It all happened so fast, little Flynn didn't have time to comprehend it all. She was hugged, kissed, & tear-fully told she was loved. All in a milli-second. She knew she was sad....about having to leave the park after only 15 minutes there...and telling 'her girls' good bye. She saw us all sad, fast, soppy hugs -- and my face contort into what could be the ugliest crying face you've ever seen.
So she burst into a fit. And couldn't contain herself. She cried & cried & bawled & refused to fasten herself in. And yelled to me that "I CAN NOT BE WET. MY FEET ARE WET. MY SHOES ARE WET. I DID NOT WANT TO BE WET!!!!!!!!"
It was ridulous. And she knew it. She searched for a reason for her being upset.
And so, pulling out onto a busy road, and re-collecting myself, I could only call back to her tell her that I couldn't deal with her ridiculousness with me having other things to be upset about.

She seemed to understand where I was coming from. And a few seconds later, it kinda came together for her...

"I need to know when I am spending the night with Aunt Gi again."

I know what you mean Flynn.