One down...

...three to go.

My youngest sister and her husband came up last weekend for a family birthday dinner that we do once a year with my mom's side of the family. Over the course of the lunch conversation we were having at our end of the table, the inevitable question came up yet again, this time from my sister, and therefore worded appropriately...

"So have you dated any foxy guys lately?"

The answer is always the same. NO. I don't know if it was the expression on my face or something else, but she stared at me for a moment, then leaned in and whispered, "do you even like guys?"

I think I would pay for a polaroid of the shock that must have been written across my face. Most definitely a Kodak Moment.

We were in the process of leaving the restaurant when this whole exchange took place, so while everyone else paused outside the doors to discuss Father's Day, my sister and I went around the corner to talk. And talk we did. I was honest with her, I answered her questions, and she in turn was very understanding, loving, and accepting. As she's my baby sister, I forget sometimes that she's all grown up. In this case though, I'm glad that she is.

In the moment, it felt really okay to tell her. It was kind of validating to hear that she kind of thought I might be gay, not in a bad way or anything, but simply because I don't talk about guys. Now that I'm not in that moment though, I'm kind of having minor freak-out moments every now and then. It was always in my plans to tell my family, and I always knew that I would tell her first. I just thought it would be further down the road, in the distant future, and not so soon. I'm still trying to get used to having someone so close to me be "in the know."

I guess technically it's two down, since she also told her husband (with my approval), which means that I actually have four more to go. Regardless, I'm very glad to have a sister who cares, who is on my side, who wants me to be happy, and who assures me that she's always my sister and she loves me no matter what.