I never had a brother growing up, can't say I ever really wanted one. But I acquired one through the help of my sister, and I can now honestly say that I don't mind having him around one bit. He's pretty funny (looking) and never fails to make me laugh. In fact, it was this quality in him that made me realize how wonderful his and Marisa's marriage would be. Let's go back to April 15th, 2000, the day Brooks married my sister and I got a brother.
Marisa was pretty calm that day, relatively speaking, and was awash in beauty, as she always is. I was tickled pink to be there, watching my big sister put on her wedding dress and get the final touches on her hair and make-up. Her mom was there, trying bravely to hold it together so she wouldn't set Marisa off on the waterworks; many hours of make-up prep had gone in to this day, not to be ruined by feminine blubbering. Yeah, they held up pretty well, all was going fine, and then our dad had to go and say something sweet to her just before she was set to walk down the aisle (staircase), and then the tears came a flowing. It was an emotional moment, I know, because the minute I saw Marisa on dad's arm, descending the stairs in all her bridal glory, I lost it like a fat kid who dropped his ice cream cone. There she was, the sister I had idolized all my life, on one of the happiest days of her life, and she had the audacity to be crying when I was trying not to cry. Oh well...best laid plans. All seemed to be lost, the make-up running like a jack-rabbit, and no one thought she'd stop crying long enough to choke out the vows. But there was Brooks to save the day. Hoorah! Brooks took her from Dad, smiled at her and said something (I don't know what) that made her laugh, and the tears we're effectively plugged. I can just remember standing there in line with the other "maids" and thinking "Well there you go. There it is. Perfect." He made her laugh right before their wedding vows, he made her happy with a few choice words, and in that moment it was wonderfully evident that their marriage would be perfect. Granted, nothing is perfect and every marriage suffers the little "slings and arrows of outrageous fortune", but if it can all come down to that, that they make each other happy in the perfect moments, it's in that that the smooth marriage lies.
I want a marriage like theirs someday. I want to marry a man who will make me laugh at the perfect moments, just like the man my sister married. I am happy to know him every day, and honored to have a brother named after a girl. It's all right that he's funny looking and frankly couldn't beat me at a trivia game if his life depended on it...he make's up for it by being an outstanding father and the perfect mate for my sister. And believe me, I was fully prepared to be very tough on the whichever guy thought he was good enough for MY big sis.
I love you guys!
JOKE OF THE DAY
How many surrealists does it take to screw in a lightbulb?
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