They had a lovely ceremony at the courthouse. It was just immediate family, which made the occasion more intimate and special.
One thing I don't think I've ever really talked about on here is my brother. Which is odd, because we're actually really close. So you'd think I'd bring him up more often. So close, in fact, that he lives in my house. At least until he leaves for Air Force basic training in November. WAAAAAA again!! Yeah, maybe that's why I haven't talked about him. Because it doesn't even feel real that not only did my 23 year old brother get married this month, but he's officially leaving us, possibly for good, in a couple of months. And I'm not handling it very well, let me assure you. I'm proud of him. I'm glad he's made the choices he has (and very thankful to Chelsea for pushing and motivating his lazy behind). But my family has always been very close. Even though my parents divorced when I was 12, we've just always stuck together. And I've been protecting that knuckle-head since I was 12, I might add. Lucky fella. I bet he loves having a mom, a step-mom, and a sister-who-acts-more-like-his-mom-than-she-should-but-she's-naturally-very-bossy-so-he-can-suck-it always interfering in his life. And the United States government probably won't let me try and make any decisions for him anymore (not that he has ever listened to me in his 23 years - doesn't stop me from trying to boss him around). Which is totally bogus, if you ask me. I mean, who do they think they are? Qualified to train men and women to protect our nation? Sheesh!
Sorry for the bit of rambling above. I think I'm still processing. While I do, feel free to look at some of the pictures of my brother and me over the years: