A Toast

Yesterday my youngest brother Burke married a wonderful woman named Stacey. I have been at the weddings of my other 2 brothers but circumstances worked to where I could not attend Burke's wedding. Heartbroken is not the word. I'm sure there is another word that has not been invented yet to describe the way you feel when you miss such an important event in the life of someone that you love. But if I had been at his wedding and the brunch that followed I would have made a toast. I would have said that I am so thankful that my brother has found someone that loves him so much and who appreciates who he really is. I wish for you not perfection in marriage but that unexplainable feeling that comes when you know that it's right. That this is right where you're supposed to be and you wouldn't even think about being anywhere else. When you feel like you're home. I wish for you all of the best blessings that marriage has to offer. I love both of you.
Even though I wasn't able to be there the picture that my Dad sent me immediately after the ceremony tells me everything I need to know. My brother is happy and blessed.