Hayley's Engaged!

So...my baby sister is engaged. She's not really a baby; she's 19. And I don't think I've ever even called her my "baby sister," but it makes it sound so much more dramatic that way. I'm so happy for her and she's so much more normal than I ever was when it comes to dating and relationships (I love you, Paul). She's so well-adjusted and not-crazy that really I'm just happy for her to have found a guy that apparently is amazing. I've never met him, but I guess he's perfect and wonderful and everything she's ever wanted. Plus his last name is Housekeeper, so Hayley will marry-morph from one noun into another, much more alliterative noun.Isn't she beautiful? He's a lucky guy.

I would like to be the first to extend a bloggable olive leaf to our new brother-in-law and say: Jess, you'd better take good care of my sister or I will hurt you. And with the necessary threats out of the way, welcome to the family! You're so lucky to have captured Hayley's heart. She's such a sweet, loving, empathetic person. She's a great listener and the best friend. I can't think of anyone who would make a better wife. She'll do everything she can to make you happy forever. I only wish I could marry her. Too bad I'm already married...and she's my sister...and that's weird.

So congratulations to the newly engaged couple! May you make many beautiful cousins for Reece (how's that for pressure?). Trashegofshi mire! (May you inherit well...standard Albanian wedding well-wishing...it makes sense, darn it). Hooray!