I know, I know. Last time we talked I assured both of you I wouldn't be "that sister in law".
But there's something you need to know, and I'm giving you ample warning (if 6 hours counts as ample warning).
I'll be drinking whiskey at your wedding. Before you get nervous, there's a few really good reasons - in addition to my killer dance moves it might bring out.
You see - your soon to be brother-in-law and me, we are stock show people. And stock show people - from San Fransico to Denver, from Fort Worth to Louisville - celebrate a good day in one way - with whiskey.
You won't ever catch us toasting a banner with Champaign, and we would never celebrate a high selling female with wine. Those silver cups in Louisville? Those are made to be filled with bourbon.
So on a good day, after a big win, after a record sale, whiskey is the ONLY way to celebrate.
Whiskey isn't a spirit made overnight - and neither is a National Champion and neither is a love like yours. Quality to that degree, takes time, patience.
And your wedding day is no different. You see my brother in law had a big task. He isn't just picking a wife. He's picking a mother to his children. He's picking an aunt for my boys. He's picking a sister for me.
And he has picked. If he had looked for years more, searched every corner of this country, he couldn't have found another one like you.
You're beautiful, inside and out. You're a Christian role model for me, for my boys. You're fun and kind. And the way you look at him, and the way he looks at you, makes it evident this was His plan.
I couldn't have asked for a better aunt to my boys, a better sister for me.
So... We are going to celebrate this in the right way, the only way to celebrate the best of days - with whiskey.
But there's something else about whiskey. Something that no Champaign, gin or tequila, not even wine can do.
Whiskey is known world wide for its bold flavor and stark aroma. The scent alone, or the taste of whiskey on your husband's lips, will trigger memories of days gone by.
That oak flavor takes me back to a show ring in Ohio, a champion drive in Louisville. It takes me back to my own wedding day, when my brother insisted on stopping the limo in route to the reception to get a bottle of Jack and celebrate early. It takes me back to nights of quiet celebration with my husband.
And after today, it'll take me back to your day, to this day. The day you said "I do" to my brother-in-law, the day you took his last name. Our last name. One that I was given not all that long ago.
And because of all that, I'll be drinking whiskey. Actually, I think you should be too.
Kate Lambert grew up in northern Illinois, not on a farm but active in FFA and showing livestock.
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