Pretzels

My sister is getting married today and all I can think about are pretzels.

She is the baby of our family and no matter how old we grow, she will always be the baby of our family.

I tease my siblings that, growing up, I was the only one who helped Mom with our baby sis.
They know this is false.
We all helped in our own little ways.
One way I especially treasure is church.

Mom would always bring a bag of pretzels to church.
If my sister got wiggly or cranky, Mom would pull out the pretzels and pass them to my brothers, sisters or me.

The Official Pretzel Passer-Outer.

The pretzel passer-outer would sit next to our adorable, wiggly toddler and, one by one, hand her pretzels.
(yes. we occasionally nibbled when Mom / Dad wasn’t looking)

It worked.
My sister would concentrate on each yummy pretzel and her wiggly crabbies would disappear.

Even better than being the pretzel passer-outer was getting picked as the helper in the Tiny Tot Chapel.
It was awesome.
Especially cranky days meant Mom or Dad would take her cuteness into the ‘crying’ room.
They would choose one of us olders to come along and help.

JOY.

The noise of those whiny little babies in the Tiny Tot Chapel was like a vacation from church.
It was a very good Sunday indeed.

To this day that little sister of mine still loves her pretzels.
I can recall many a time as an adult when a surprise bag of pretzels made her whinies go away.

So on this, their Wedding Day, I’d like to send out a special wish to my sister and bro-in-law.

Here’s to an infinite supply of Love, Luck, Happiness and … just in case … Pretzels.
I love you both.

🙂