Skip to main content

MOH toast

I had the honor and the joy of being my twin sister's maid of honor for her wedding yesterday. It was so much fun, and I can't believe it's over. One of the important jobs of being MOH is giving a toast. For all you people who are curious what I said in my toast, this blog is for you! Enjoy reading the speech I gave for my awesome, fun, kind, loving twin and her now husband!


As most of y'all know, I'm Katie's twin sister, Emily. Growing up with a twin is a huge blessing. Katie was the only person my age who I knew I could count on for absolutely everything at every single stage of life. We may have had our fights--okay, we definitely did have our fights--but at the end of the day, I knew she still loved me and I loved her. I remember several conversations about our future weddings and what our future grooms would be like. To be honest, it's strange that's she's now a Mrs! It feels like yesterday we were just dreaming of all this. Katie is one of the kindest, most compassionate people I know. She has been by my side through the good times and the bad, and I know I would not be the same without her. Obviously, Brice knows it now, too! Brice, asking Katie to marry you is one of your best decisions.

Katie and Brice met on our birthday in 2014 the Monday before Thanksgiving. She told us she had met this guy named Brice, and he seemed like a really great guy. But the moment of truth came when Katie went back to College station for the Thanksgiving A&M Vs LSU game. You Aggies probably remember, but A&M lost that game. I figured Katie would be crushed and her weekend would be ruined. And while she was pretty sad about the game, she kept mentioning this guy named Brice and how much fun they had. In my head I kept thinking "seriously, who is this guy??" Her face would light up when she talked about him, and trust me, she wouldn't stop talking about him. I knew Brice must be something special because anyone who could turn a loss against LSU at home on our birthday for the last game of the year into a good Thanksgiving break had to be a keeper. They began to date shortly after meeting, and, as they say, the rest is history. Katie and Brice's marriage will be one for the books. Not because of their own power, but because God is at the center of their relationship. Katie and Brice, keep Christ in your marriage always, and you will overcome any challenge that come your way as well as experience greater joys than you could ever imagine. And Brice--know that as Katie's twin, you're never getting rid of me! I will always be here for you two. To Brice and Katie--may you make many memories together, become great forgivers of each other's mistakes, laugh together a lot, and grow in love each and every day.



Popular posts from this blog

Exciting news!!

It's been awhile since I've written a blog post. This semester has been busy--not only because of school stuff, but also because of exciting life things. About a month ago, the most amazing man got down on one knee and asked me to marry him! And of course, I said yes!

Honestly, there were times that I questioned if I would ever marry someone. Living with cystic fibrosis is hard. Choosing to be with someone with cystic fibrosis is almost crazy. Think about it; I am not a normal 23 year old. I have to plan and plan and plan to make sure I fit breathing treatments, exercise, and eating into my schedule. When I travel, I have to take a crazy amount of stuff with me--my Vest, nebulizers, compressor, pills, inhaled medication, puffers, and snacks. I have to make sure I sleep 8-9 hours a night because my body uses more energy than most, and I need sleep to fight infection. I have to have a course of IVs at least twice a year. It's hard to be spontaneous and adventurous because CF…

CF limits

I was always told I could do anything.

That CF couldn't stop me.

That, even though my day to day life looked a little different with treatments and pills and hospitalizations, I could still be "normal".

I'm finding out now that's not necessarily the case.

Growing up, I knew I was different, but I still functioned like a normal kid. The only time I remember CF limiting me was my freshman and sophomore years in high school. My doctor, mom, and I made the decision to sit out of marching band my freshman year and to keep me on the sidelines running the metronome and helping how I could without actually participating my sophomore year. Junior year I was finally able to join marching band, and my senior year I was a drum major, so CF didn't limit me that much by the end of it all. I finished college in four years with a major, a minor, honors, and summa cum laude. I am in grad school now and will graduate on time summa cum laude with my masters in speech pathology.…

The false narrative

Today I was at church with my parents. After the baby dedication, the pastor prayed over the families. It was a fine prayer until he said something along the lines of "raising kids in a Christian home is the best way to ensure kids grow up healthy". This is when I opened my eyes and tuned out the rest of the prayer. Honestly, this is where I tuned out the rest of the service. This false narrative is exactly why American Christianity can be so out of touch with the world.
No. No. No. This is not how God works. Yes, in a world without struggle and pain and heartache, I wouldn't have cystic fibrosis. But in our current, broken world God uses illness and weakness to prove His strength and power and love. If God wanted to heal me, I have full confidence that He could and that He would. I know there are people who have experienced divine healing. But in many cases, God uses our weaknesses rather than spontaneously healing us. In 2 Corinthians 12, Paul says, "But He (the Lo…