Well, there you go. Old enough or not, he did it. My little brother got married. Congratulations, kiddo!
Personally, I think he’s on a quest to prove that we are as different as two members of the same species can be. He and his new wife were engaged for…oh, at least a week and a half? Married already. J and I have been engaged for almost exactly four years; still not married. Good thing I don’t have a “gotta get there first” complex or anything!
In all seriousness, I’m really happy for both of them. I do wish that they weren’t less than three weeks from moving to Puerto Rico (for the Coast Guard), since it has been pretty darn nice having the whole family in the same local calling area for the last couple of years! Funny how those pain-in-the-rear siblings become nice to have around when you hit your late 20’s or so.
One nice thing, of course - the pressure is off now. We no longer have to wonder whether J and I will manage to get hitched before my little brother. The answer is obviously no!
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My little brother is not old enough to get married. Really. I mean, he’s only three years younger than I am, and I’m not even 30. Quite. Okay, so he’s old enough, by law and just about any reasonable person’s definition of “old enough”. But you know, I’m not “reasonable”...I’m his big sister! I’m still having trouble accepting that he’s old enough to drink if he wants to. Let alone old enough to save lives for a living (and quite well, might I add. I can be proud and still be in denial!).
Old enough or not, he’s doing it. (Getting married. Keep up here!) Yes, I was thrilled for him when he got engaged. (Engaged is fine, you see…it’s married that I can’t quite accept!) He’s marrying a really nice girl who is very good for him. So that’s not a problem. And it’s not just that I always thought…assumed, really…that I’d be married first. Especially since J and I have been engaged for close to four years now…you’d think “no problem, she’ll be married first.” bzzt. He’s been through - what, three? - girlfriends since we decided to tie the knot, and now I can pretty much guarantee that he’ll be married first. Since he’s doing it in ten hours or so (and I’m not getting married in the wee hours tonight), it looks like that’s the safe bet at this point.
I think I can pretend, for awhile, that he’s not. Married, that is. Seeing as I’m not invited to the wedding or anything. Not that it’s personal…NO one is invited. No family, no friends, just them and the minister (and, I assume, any required witnesses to this deed). You see, this is the “we’re moving overseas in three weeks and want to be married first” wedding. As opposed to the “white dress, flowers and family” wedding they’re planning for fall. That one, I think I’ll be prepared for.
Until then, I think I’ll just refuse to accept it. I can do that. I’m allowed, as the big sister, to refuse to accept that my little brother is old enough to be someone’s husband.
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