My sister Rachel is getting married in September. I'm thrilled for her but was bummed when she didn't want to invite me -- I'm essentially the bastard 1/2 sister that emerged from the woodwork 5 years ago and rattled her mom, since my birthfather had claimed all along that his girlfriend in high school had had a baby, but it wasn't his. Ha! I'd resigned myself to not going, vowing instead to give a gigantic gift that cost as much as a gift and air fare to Ohio. Imagine my great surprise when she told me this weekend that she'd changed her mind, that it's her wedding and I needed to be there! I'm still in awe and am now a little nervous, I'll be meeting my birthfather, his wife, my other sister and brother for the first time. But I'm thrilled that Rachel asked me to go. Of course I'll go!