We’ve all seen photos online of non-traditional weddings, of brides and groom who look like … well … perhaps not a traditional couple (Jack Sprat and his wife who could eat no lean), and I’m devoted to silly wedding shows on television like Say Yes to the Dress and Four Weddings.
I never had a traditional wedding as my husband and I *almost* eloped. No long white gown, no church decorations, no cake I picked myself (a friend made a cake as a gift). Do I regret it? Sometimes. While I don’t regret marrying my husband of 24 years, I do sometimes wish we’d gone a different route – planned a big wedding with a fun, crazy reception.
That’s why it made me happy to read about Finn’s brother getting married. The wedding photos were beautiful – complete with a photo of the carriage and the circle around the altar. The bride was gorgeous, the family looked incredibly happy.
But my favorite part of the wedding (so far) are the memories she shared growing up with her brother are just precious.
Hey bro, remember that time I flew down The Hill on my bike and ran into you on your tricycle at the bottom? We had an oh-so-awesome-and-epic-crash and my parents still tell that story. I think that day gave Dad a few extra gray hairs because all he could do was watch it happen and wait for the aftermath. And remember your first haircut? I gave it to you with those plastic kiddie scissors we used to cut construction paper with.
Lovely lovely.
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