“There’s a certain advantage to growing up with brothers, other than a high tolerance for pungent body odors. Brothers are fun and up for all kinds of adventures. They remind me to get dirty and push my limits. Sometimes they push me outside my comfort zone but they are willing to follow me there because brothers always have my back. The best thing about brothers though, is that eventually they come with sisters. I am so lucky to have such a kind, funny, non-smelly sister join our sibling tribe!” ~Sister of Groom Speech
My brother married his beautiful bride up in the Adirondacks on Lake George. It was a small, intimate weekend of a few family and friends but packed to the brim with love and celebration. I stood as one of the witness and didn’t mind that it was freezing or that goose bumps were how I accessorized. I was so lucky to be there. They kept the ceremony simple and were married by a long-time friend. They wrote their own vows. I cried.
The party was was in a tent set up on the front lawn. Conversations took place in huddled groups around the heaters. They had food stations set up with various offerings. I can’t tell you about them because I only ate the pumpkin, sage, brown butter glory that was the ravioli.
My youngest brother played DJ, which made for a night heavy on Twenty-One Pilotssongs (it was perfect for our crowd) and a few repeats towards the end as more drinks were imbibed. Both my brother and his wife have wonderful friends and everyone got along as if we’d all been family forever. Everyone danced!
Enough alcohol was consumed that the groom and a cousin ended up in the lake at the end of the night. Though my brother had gone in earlier in the day while totally sober, so the moral of this story is that he is crazy.
I am lucky for my family and I am especially lucky for my sibling tribe that just got a little bit bigger!