Weddings bring with them remembrances of the past, wonderings about the present and hopes for the future. My brother's beautiful wedding was no exception. As I sat there and watched him waiting so nervously and excited for his lovely bride to make her way down the aisle, I was suddenly taken back to a different time. A time when he was three and I was six, we were dressed in our finest and having a tea party in the living room with crackers and water, but feeling ever so grown up and sophisticated. We were friends and companions. We encouraged each other, played together, fought together, even had chickenpox together and most importantly we, were there for each other.
In some ways everything has changed, and in others, not much at all. We live far apart now and we talk much less frequently then we should, but we are still together in other ways. We went to the same College, fell in love with St. Thomas Aquinas and then choose to pursue Philosophy. It was at this College that we both have found our spouses. And now we are both married to the persons that God had created us to be with. As I watched he and his bride exchange vows and give their lives each to the other, I remembered how I felt and I know how my brother felt. Now we are not playing grown-up, somewhere along the line I guess we actually grew up.
I have so many hopes for my little brother and his wife. I hope that they feel that grace permeate their marriage, as we have. I hope that they look back at their wedding day, not as the pinnacle of their love, but as loves very beginning. I hope they always love and cherish one another more each day.
And I hope someday, when my little girl is sitting in a pew, watching her siblings enter into this holy sacrament, she will feel her heart fill with memories, wonderings and hopes for them as my heart did on Saturday. I hope she looks back, and thanks God for giving her a best friend to share all her childhood and growing up years with.
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