My brother and I have never been extremely close, but we know that we are family and that we love each other. Of that I have no doubt. Last Saturday, my wife and I were invited to come to Huntsville, Alabama to join in the celebration as he got married to Donna, his new bride.
As many of you know, I am always connected by computer or cell phone, and I text others and respond to their texts pretty much in real time. It's just how I roll. Not so my dear brother. I will sometimes send him a message and wait for hours, if not a day or two, to get a reply. It's not a big deal really, but I know that he is not going to always have his phone with him or pay attention to it if he does.
In the days leading up to his wedding and especially on the big day itself, I got a text from him, then another, and then another. Unsolicited. Spontaneous. Like, initiated by him. What the hey? Texts to make sure that I was going to get our mother and her husband to Huntsville and to the wedding (we all made it just fine). To make sure that I realized that I was going to get up in front of a church full of people that I did not know and read a passage of scripture (I did, and I did, and it was all fine too.). Another to make sure that we would all get to the church on time for pictures (we did, and they were lovely I'm sure).
I think he was a tad bit nervous.
The wedding itself was wonderfully short and sweet and filled with lightheartedness, a few jokes on the part of the minister and even a few moments of the bride and groom trying to figure out which hand was which and where the rings went.
I think they were a tad bit nervous.
The reception was also beautiful and musical and colorful and a good time was had by all.
The couple left to a shower of sparkler sparks and were off for a two week honeymoon to Italy, my brother hoping to find not only new marital bliss but perhaps to see some of our old stomping grounds when we lived in Frosinone as kids, playing soccer with the Italian boys in a field in front of our apartment building.
My brother is a good man, and his new bride is lovely person who makes him happy.
That makes me happy.
He is my only brother, I love him and we all deserve to have as much happiness in this life as we can find.
Last Saturday, happiness was brotherly love, with best wishes to the newlyweds for many years together.