Monday, April 17, 2006

creating memories that last

Last Sunday, I watched my little brother get married. The wedding was on the on the beach, right in front of our hotel in Pismo. It was perfect. The ceremony was the most casual thing I had ever been to in my life, yet, there was no other way that it could be done.

I am glad I got to be a part of that. I stood with my brother as he and his new bride made vows in front of all their family and friends. There were people there that I hadn't seen in a long time. We all came out to support them. To stand with them. That was a good day. Well, until I got sick on the way back to the airport, and as I was flying back to Portland. I thought I was going to die.

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