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I am a Facebook stalker. Yes, I'm one of those people who see photos of their friends and family on other people's pages and before you can say "right click" I've saved them over to my desktop.

Imagine my delight when my brother-in-law's aunt posted pictures of him and my sister at a family event EXACTLY 10 years ago today. Childhood memories! Arguably the best kind of internet stalking! How exciting!


The funny thing is, that I actually remember this specific day. I remember exactly how my sister looked and exactly how my then-future brother-in-law seemed so shy and reserved -- a perfect gentleman. She was tall, sweet and beautiful and his handsome high cheeks blushed a little each time he stole a look at her.

He loved my sister from the first instant he laid eyes on her. I think he knew she was his person, the one that would go through life beside him. He might not have had the details worked out, but he knew the end result was going to be having my sister as his partner in love and mischief. He knew that together they were going to go big places and do big things. Even if that place was just their own backyard.

And my sister? Well, she's nobody's fool. She recognized it for what it was and dug in. Because that's what you do when love is right and real. You hang on. You fight for it. You respect it. And you don't let it go.

Ten years have passed since the hot Mississippi summer night they sat on that couch and they still have a strong, loving relationship.

Oh, and this little man showed up about six months ago:


If that's not the definition of a wonderful life, then I don't know what is.