Mrs. Curran

She is now officially Mrs. Curran. She has a husband and she is a wife. That’s a big title to take on. It involves so much more than looking great in a white dress ( but, ooh, did she ever look beautiful). I feel that she’s mostly prepared and, although I do know the road she’s now on does involve a sharp learning curve, I am hopeful that she will give it everything she has.

She is so far away now from the eight year old version of herself that I first laid eyes upon, and still a stark contrast from the eleven year old that came to live with us. I hold so many memories in my heart of her time with us. The tears we all shed when she had to learn about the passing of her dear Madea. The urgency I felt, rushing home, after Tony called my cell and told me that he thought she had started her period but that she wouldn’t come out of the locked bathroom. The love my hands worked with as they styled her hair for prom. The pride I felt as she walked across a stage, wearing a purple cap and gown, to collect her high school diploma. All of these things leading her down a road toward herself. All of these things leading her down a path toward Devon.

 I am grateful to have been able to play a role in her journey to self discovery and I very much look forward to continuing on, as both participant and witness, as she presses on into her womanhood. I am more than proud of her. She is my sister, my child, and my friend, all wrapped up in a single, lovely, potentially amazing woman, wife, and mother. She is blessed and she is a blessing. She is Mrs. Curran…