Wedding

Haaaa! I think you thought this was mine.

No, not yet.

How does the saying go - "the first shall go last, and the last shall go first."

Well, my little (er, younger) brother got married in Portland, OR a few weeks ago. It was great to be back in Portland (where I went on a mission back in the day) as well as see him take that step in life.

On Facebook the other day one of my sister's mused about how she remembers his birth. As the oldest, I remember too.

I was a senior in high school and in my last semester. My father came in to the school parking lot when school was getting out and he was wearing full scrubs (with a scrub hat) and took us straight to the hospital within an hour or so of Brett's birth. I remember this being the first time I was there so quickly.

Ah, how time flies. Now he is a married man and moving on in his life. Seeing the wedding take place it made me wonder why it is so hard for some of us to get married.

We hold back? We don't have faith? We think everything has to be perfect?

Who knows the reason. But, I do know this - if one attends a lot of weddings, they will feel it is right and they will want it.

At least I do. (-: