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Maid of Honor Speech - A Sample

Julie is 6 years younger than me and, I guess, she’s the classic little sister. In other words, we fought like cats and dogs our entire life. She’s petite in stature, yes, but she has always had a will like steel. If you look up the word “stubborn” in the dictionary it’s quite possible that you’ll see a picture of Julie.

I remember how she always used to beg “Weezie,” her godmother, to take her to “GaGoo’s.” You know GaGoos. Billions have been served there. Maybe you know it as McDonald’s. Anyway, Julie would implore Weezie to take her for Happy Meals and, more important, Happy Meal toys. That steely will really worked on Weezie. And Weezie, as a result, could not refuse. Julie’s collection of Happy Meal toys was among the most impressive in the neighborhood – or in the universe.

It’s funny, the things we remember. For instance, I remember how much Julie loved mustard. She slathered it on everything – eggs, French fries, saltines, anything. And as much as she loved mustard and still does - That’s how much she hated ketchup.

Julie was always petite. As a kid, it worked to the family’s economic advantage in some big ways. Mom and Dad always got her into places for free because she looked younger than her years. At 5, they all thought she was 3, for instance. Today, her size is a mixed blessing. While she has a lovely, petite figure, her feet are so small she has a tough time finding cute shoes.

I remember once, when Julie was 11 or 12 she and Mom got into a tangle over something that, for whatever the reason, became World War III. I told you, she was stubborn. On this occasion, however, my steel-willed sis decided to run away from home. So she packed up her little suitcase, the one that said “Going to Grandma’s” on it, and she trudged, defiantly, one and a half miles – to grandmother’s house she goes – in this case with our dog Keebler in her arms every step of the way.

Another time, when I was in high school, I remember she really got under my skin for something or other. Well, I gave her a good, solid shove and she went right to the ground. Fortunately, she broke the fall by landing on her wrist. Unfortunately, she broke her wrist in the process. Forever after, and much to my shame, I might add, I became known as the sister who broke her sister’s wrist.

But don’t think that Julie is just a tough and stubborn petite kid with scar tissue on her wrist and an inability to find cute shoes. She ALSO happens to be wonderful and caring and compassionate – with a full heart and genuine concern for others.

Like when my spleen ruptured, for instance. Julie jumped right in. She didn’t bat an eye, not a second’s hesitation. She helped my Mom take care of me, she took me to the hospital, she practically jumped through hoops of fire to see that I was comfortable and on the right road to recovery. Even then, Julie had the makings of an outstanding nurse – and that’s just what she’s gonna be.

Just don’t ask her to get from here to there. As caring as she is, Julie has a lousy sense of direction. And she can’t read a map to save her life. When I was in college, Julie wanted to pay me a visit. So Mom gave her a map and they set off on their way together. They got hopelessly lost. Julie, the navigator, was indeed reading the map – but she was reading it upside down. I mean the map, not Julie, was upside down.

Meanwhile, the direction of her life would change forever during the summer of 2000 – when Jay and his family were moving into their new house in the neighborhood. Julie went over to help them get settled and when her eyes met Jay’s…well…the world turned.

Since then, Jay has become a member of our family like anyone else. He’s a great guy and I’ll say this with all my heart: I couldn’t have picked a better man to share my sister’s life.

Has anyone ever seen the movie “A Place in the Sun?” Where Montgomery Clift takes Shelly Winters out on a secluded lake in a rowboat because he wants to drown her? Well, the engagement of Jay and Julie reminds me of that film – except no one got drowned, of course.

It happened at their favorite place in the world, at Starved Rock, in Utica, Illinois. It had been raining on and off all day, and when the skies finally cleared, Jay rented a canoe and took his girlfriend out on the water, positioning himself at the bow, or the front, of the boat. When he found just the right secluded spot, he stopped paddling and turned around to face her. Then he got up and rather awkwardly tried to make his way back toward his blushing bride to be. The canoe was flopping around and Julie, fearing she’d soon be in the drink, was making like a drill sergeant, barking one high pitched warning after another. But the hapless Jay was not to be denied and he finally stumbled his way to her. Then he got down on one knee and proposed. Little sister wasn’t stubborn in this case. She lit up. And she said yes, right away.

And here we are on their wedding day. And here I am, little sister’s matron of honor. And I couldn’t be happier for the two of them. Julie, all things considered, you’re a wonderful sister and I love you. I thank you for all your care and all your heart, and I’m sorry for breaking your wrist.

In fact, I hope from now to be known as something OTHER than the sister who broke her sister’s wrist. I’d prefer to be known as the sister who wished her little sister – and my brand new brother-in-law – a lifetime of peace and joy and love and good health and all the things you want out of life. You deserve no less.

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