This is my sister and her fiancé Dom. They’ve been together since my senior year in high school (2006). But they met when I was 9. Why is this being written from my perspective? Well, because it’s one thing to write about love, and it be seemingly biased. It’s another to see it be planted, grow, and blossom into one of the most beautiful acts of emotional disaster. It’s well worth the wreckage, I believe.
The two met in high school. She, the quirky, hippy, shy girl; he, the towering computer nerd, the two became friends in their own awkward kind of way.
Fast-forward to my senior year: she tells me she’s in love. I’ve seen my sister love before, but this was the first guy I didn’t feel the need the threaten. And not because he was 6’11.5”. I’d threatened ALL the others, but not this one. I assumed it was meant to be.
Seven years later, she’s become a great influence on his daughter, even gone as far to introduce this child to a part of her own life she’d have never discovered without my sister’s help: art and dance. This child LOVES ballet and African dance! She’ll even beg her own mother to bring her to my sister to experience the greatness! The young lady can verbalize, “Nessa taught me dance!”
Now here’s the point of the whole story time you just read: the couple are two weeks away from their dream wedding and they need your help!
Even if you can’t donate, reblog the post so others may have an opportunity
There are just a FEW things that need to be covered and the couple is in panic mode. I don’t want them to miss out on this wonderful opportunity!!!