I’ve emptied myself of the riches from my sister’s wedding… or so I thought.
Four consecutive posts in 48 hours are followed by silence, so naturally, I think: I am done.
I return to my every day life of posting about the weather and the dentist and my simple world in Vermont. But then like the Princess and the Pea, I feel something rubbing. Only it’s a good thing–a hidden jewel, waiting to be claimed.
And that jewel, my friends, is my niece Brielle.
18 years ago, Brielle was given for adoption. I stood beside her laboring mother (my brave sister) and her adoptive mother (a gracious woman named Margaret) as Brielle came into the world.
I held this baby in my arms and marveled at her dimples (just like my sister’s), and then never saw her again.
Though Brielled didn’t join our family, she joined our hearts. Her kind adoptive family sent photos over the years and every March 8th, we’d celebrate her birthday by sending words of love to my sister.
With the advent of Facebook and live chatting, Brielle’s world grew closer to ours, especially as she came of age. Soon after, the miracles of miracles occurred when Brielle came to Vermont to meet her sister and her birth mother. Within months, she was introduced to the entire family at our younger sister’s wedding shower.
There were a few awkward moments as Brielle was descended upon by this large matriarchal clan–but she quickly held her own among its bold beauties–and we were one. So much so, that the precious gift of her presence at the wedding this past August could go unnoticed; as if she was always meant to be there among the smiling faces and good spirits of our treasured nieces and nephews.
And so she is. And we are blessed!
Kelly Salasin, 2010
ps. In 2013, we all descended upon Brielle’s wedding.