The Bliss of a Brother and Three Flower Girls

We had a wonderful time in Washington, DC last week celebrating the marriage of my brother, Nathan to his beautiful bride, Courtney.  She looked stunning and I couldn't believe how grown-up my little brother looked as he stood at the end of the aisle.

These flower girls stole the show, holding hands down the isle, except for Verity who staged a dynamic protest at the back of the church before walking down with the maid of honor, ahead of her counterparts.  At the cocktail hour they continued hand-in-hand, running around happy as clams with their ginger ales and string of pearls.   

Myles, my darling nephew had a coming out party, if you will.  He got to stay up late with the grown-ups and celebrate the night away.  He looked so big and handsome and my sister and I realized that our mom was right -every stage, every age is special.  It's going to be a great privilege, and a lot more fun than sad, to watch our children grow.  

There's more to say, but I'm really very, very happy that my little brother has crossed over to the other side.  So much of it is not what you bargained for, but so much of it is good.  And now we get to do it together.