The picture is of my baby brother Joshua, and I on my wedding day.
I was 22 and he was 19.
We had just danced a jig together and were sweaty as heck.
It was a great day.
This second picture is of us on HIS wedding day.
We are no longer 22 and 19 (praise the Lord!)
We are no longer babies. We might even be grown-ups (on certain days.)
We snapped this selfie just moments after I performed his wedding ceremony.
(Wait what did you think I meant when I said I married my bother??? For shame!)
What lifetimes we have lived between those images, how grateful we both are to be here now.
It was an amazing day.
So yes, I married my brother.
I married him here at Preservation Acres under the pecan tree.
I married him to his beautiful bride, who is now my beautiful sister.
In addition to a new sister I also got a new niece and nephew in the deal. Best reward for performing a wedding EVER.
Man, I love those goofballs.
It was so much fun to host their wedding.
The planning was minimal – the couple’s only request being that “it’s like a family picnic where we just happen to get married.”
And that is exactly what happened.
Simple, easy, no-fuss (okay, no fuss by MY standards) family picnic.
(You know I LOVED having an excuse to break out all the cutest I have stuffed away in closets for just these sorts of occasions…)
There were drinks on the workbench.
Mismatched chairs filled with grandparents.
Kids eating homemade ice cream.
My brother checking out his ring.
And lots of paper straws.
(I am a complete sucker for any reason to pull out the paper straws.)
Vintage sheets as tablecloths and bubbles as centerpieces.
Target buntings hung wherever we could throw them.
ALL THE SALADS.
Wildflowers from the yard filled stuffed in colorful bottles.
Worlds Best Cheesecake and Wal-Mart toppers.
An amazing, beautiful, easy, warm, simply sacred day.
A day when love was all around.