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I'm not sure how many remember, but when I first joined, one of my first posts was asking for help on my speech for my sister's wedding. Well, guess what folks, it's that time again...yes, it hasn't even been a year and she's getting married again.
No, I'm just kidding. My other sister is getting married the first weekend in March. Sadly, I have to give a speech at that one as well. Anyway, here's my 2nd draft, and I was looking for input from all of you.
Thanks.
I guess it’s my turn to talk about our penultimate sibling. Oh, sorry, that’s the second to last sibling—B likes it when I’m pendantic (that would be pedantic for the rest of us). So, obviously, I’m the youngest sibling, Jo Cose.
They say that the more you do something the easier it gets; that’s certainly not true for this speech. In fact, I think that this was the hardest speech I’ve ever had to give. B’s and my relationship has drastically changed over the years, and I wasn’t really sure which part to talk about. You know those memories you have where you’re not sure if it’s a real memory or a photograph you’ve seen? Well I have one of those; although I know it’s a photograph, so it’s nice because I can see it again and again. I’m an infant, lying in my crib. B—and bear in mind that we are only 18 months apart—is sucking her thumb and holding a baby-bottle for me to drink out of. The reasons I like that picture/memory so much are because it’s such a tender moment of love ... and I have proof that she was nice to me once. And that was probably the last time for a long time. It wasn’t until B went to college that we started getting along better. Today, we get along just fine provided she isn’t tired or hungry or sitting on the couch…or awake. Actually, that’s not really fair. She can be very nice to me, especially when I have food she wants a bite of or when she’s lost and 3,000 miles from DC in a city I’ve never been to and calls me for directions. In all honesty, I like that picture because it always reminds me that no matter how much we fight or yell at each other, we’re still always there fore each other, whether it be her feeding me or me reading mapquest to her.
Fortunately, B was lucky to find S. I mean, I’m her brother, so I HAVE to put up with her; he volunteered. Since I met S, I’ve been planning a speech to warn him about all the things he should be prepared to deal with, but every time I’ve tried to point out one of B’s idiosyncrasies, he would always respond, “I know, I know.” So, I figure that if he knew what he was getting himself into and is still here, then the two of them are going to be alright.
The best way to ensure that they will be alright is to actually say it. In Judaism, words are important and powerful. This is the basis for adding Chaim, which means life, to a sick person’s name; the concept of loshen hora, talking about people; and the expression Kayna hora, an incantation to ward off the evil eye.
So, as I said, the best way to ensure their happiness together is to say it aloud: “L'chaim tovim u'me'oosharim! To a happy and wonderful life together!”
No, I'm just kidding. My other sister is getting married the first weekend in March. Sadly, I have to give a speech at that one as well. Anyway, here's my 2nd draft, and I was looking for input from all of you.
Thanks.
I guess it’s my turn to talk about our penultimate sibling. Oh, sorry, that’s the second to last sibling—B likes it when I’m pendantic (that would be pedantic for the rest of us). So, obviously, I’m the youngest sibling, Jo Cose.
They say that the more you do something the easier it gets; that’s certainly not true for this speech. In fact, I think that this was the hardest speech I’ve ever had to give. B’s and my relationship has drastically changed over the years, and I wasn’t really sure which part to talk about. You know those memories you have where you’re not sure if it’s a real memory or a photograph you’ve seen? Well I have one of those; although I know it’s a photograph, so it’s nice because I can see it again and again. I’m an infant, lying in my crib. B—and bear in mind that we are only 18 months apart—is sucking her thumb and holding a baby-bottle for me to drink out of. The reasons I like that picture/memory so much are because it’s such a tender moment of love ... and I have proof that she was nice to me once. And that was probably the last time for a long time. It wasn’t until B went to college that we started getting along better. Today, we get along just fine provided she isn’t tired or hungry or sitting on the couch…or awake. Actually, that’s not really fair. She can be very nice to me, especially when I have food she wants a bite of or when she’s lost and 3,000 miles from DC in a city I’ve never been to and calls me for directions. In all honesty, I like that picture because it always reminds me that no matter how much we fight or yell at each other, we’re still always there fore each other, whether it be her feeding me or me reading mapquest to her.
Fortunately, B was lucky to find S. I mean, I’m her brother, so I HAVE to put up with her; he volunteered. Since I met S, I’ve been planning a speech to warn him about all the things he should be prepared to deal with, but every time I’ve tried to point out one of B’s idiosyncrasies, he would always respond, “I know, I know.” So, I figure that if he knew what he was getting himself into and is still here, then the two of them are going to be alright.
The best way to ensure that they will be alright is to actually say it. In Judaism, words are important and powerful. This is the basis for adding Chaim, which means life, to a sick person’s name; the concept of loshen hora, talking about people; and the expression Kayna hora, an incantation to ward off the evil eye.
So, as I said, the best way to ensure their happiness together is to say it aloud: “L'chaim tovim u'me'oosharim! To a happy and wonderful life together!”
...I guess you know what you're doing.
