In Matt's immediate family, none of his siblings could attend the wedding and only one could even attend the reception. Essentially everyone's availability matched up badly because of the fact that boys set off on missions at nineteen and girls at twenty-one. Matt himself was twenty-one years old and just recently back from his mission to somewhere in Africa. He had two older sisters, twins, who were twenty-three and on missions to Chile and Australia respectively. They would be back in about six months -- not soon enough to attend the wedding. He also had a younger brother who was nineteen and had set off a month or so earlier on a mission to France. Matt and his brother Spencer had just barely had a few months to see each other in the space between their two missions. That left one last sibling, Matt's youngest brother Sam. Sam was sixteen and hence too young to attend the ceremony in the temple, but at least he would be there for the reception.
At Matt's parents' house, Matt's little brother Sam let me in, and I found my dad and my grandparents still at the table finishing their breakfast.
"Lynn, it's great to see you again!" Dad said, getting up to give me a hug. Grandma and Grandpa both greeted me and hugged me as well. "Annette's waiting for you," said Dad. "She's upstairs in the bedroom. She wants to show you her dress."
In the bedroom Annette was standing on a stool modeling her wedding dress. A lady I assumed was Matt's mom was busy pinning the hem, and Dad's wife Sharon was sitting on a chair nearby watching.
"Oh Lynn, I'm so glad you could make it!" Annette said as soon as she saw me.
"Thanks, I'm glad to be here," I said. "Hello, Sharon. And I presume that this must be Matt's mom, Sister Hobbs."
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