Once upon a time, my brother-in-law was just my sister’s boyfriend. I remember it like yesterday…
Sidenote: I’ve written about my sister before. She has a heart of pure gold (except for the little black corner where punching-your-sister-in-the-gut lives…) She has been through her share of country song experiences, and we’ve even written a country song about her experiences. Luckily “My Husband Is A Lyin’ Cheatin’ Whore” isn’t the title of this song. If there was ever someone who deserved to be loved and treated like a fairy princess–she’s it.
Enter Jacques Cousteau.
Love is Patient. Patience is plentiful in his petit french heart–hence the reason why he was so longsuffering with Little Sister (Me). I found it humourous that he is from France. I proceeded to call him every French name I could think of. I ran out after Pepé La Pew, Jean Valjean, Napoleon, and Jacques Cousteau. I also used up all the French I remember from class (“Zut!” and “Ferme la bouche!”).
Love is Kind. As their relationship continued, so did his patience. I drank up all his fancy coffee. I slept on his couch. I went “shopping” in his kitchen cabinets. I complained about my hairy pup niece (whom I love dearly). I watched his tv, used his internet, and held nothing back. He kindly accepted me and the key I had to his apartment. When I quit my job, he encouraged me and allowed me to spend every waking moment camped out on the couch.
Love doesn’t envy. My sister has been loved. She has a husband who cooks, cleans, does laundry, shops, and most important–accepts her family as his own. After all, Jean Marc didn’t just (have to) accept me as his new sister–he has a whole slew of new siblings, nieces, and nephews. In our family, that means that sometimes the girls get to hang out without the boys. That means that sometimes the nieces and nephews sleep with the aunts. That means that sometimes, you steal away with the Mama Bear to have supper without your siblings. They say when you marry someone, you also marry their family. It’s a good thing he has accepted us for the crazy nuts we are! I’ve got a lovely bunch of coconuts…
It always protects… Recently we all got fired up over an experience that Jenny and Jean Marc had. Someone was oh-so-ugly to her–and who stepped in? Jean Marc to whisk them away on a magic carpet back to the sane side of the river (Oh, why would you ever CHOOSE to live in Maryland?). Despite the fact that my sister is fierce, it is always nice to know she has someone to look out for her. After all, I’ve lived with that chick. If you don’t buy her groceries and fix her food–she doesn’t eat.
..always trusts… A word of advice to my brother-in-law–don’t act like you don’t trust that girl. There’s no one more loyal than she. And you totally don’t even get points or sweet compliments for this. It’s a given…always hopes… Despite the fact that your lovely lady has muttered nothing but disregarding statements about marriage…always perseveres. Which brings us to now. Here’s to fifty years, you two. Much love!
Bon appetit! (My third French saying…saved the best for last!)
P.S. Apparently I have zero pictures of you…and about a billion of my bratty sister. Hopefully the next fifty years will remedy that!