I remember when my parents brought my brother home from the hospital. I can actually still picture him lying in the bassinet sleeping. I am pretty sure they told me not to pick him up, but I just couldn’t help myself. He was so cute and I just knew I could handle holding him. I am sure that my parents were right there, but I think it was at that moment I felt like I had an important job.
Really, I don’t know why I felt like, at 3 1/2 years old, I had to be mom’s right hand man. I am sure I bossed him too much over the years and probably he might feel like I still do to a certain degree.
However, as he has grown I have looked at him not just as my brother, but also as one of my best friends. I hope he feels the same.
When he got married on Saturday he looked so happy as did his new bride.
So, Jeff and Emily, if you read this please know that I am praying you have a long and happy marriage filled with joy. May you feel God’s blessings every day.
Thank you for letting my family be a part of your special day.
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