This pass weekend my brother married his best friend and the love of his life. I wasn’t able to give a speech (which is okay because, sometimes, I don’t think I’m the best public speaker), but if I did grab a mic and take to the stage, off the top of my head, I would’ve said something like this:
I’ve known Kyle his whole life. Obviously. As siblings we’ve had our ups and downs. We’ve gone through phases where we’ve tortured each other relentlessly, phases where we seemed to have nothing in common, and phases where we’ve gotten along perfectly. No matter the phase one thing has stayed constant – we’ve always been there for each other.
When we were much, much younger we used to share a room. I was only a little kid and he was just a baby. Sometimes, on the nights he had trouble falling asleep, I would sing to him. I haven’t had to sing him to sleep for many, many years, but I’ve been there for him in other ways. He’s my brother, my favorite brother…my only brother…and I’ll always have his back. (And I know he has mine too.)
I remember when he was still living at home. There were many days, and nights, where I would sit in his room and watch him play video games. (I love a good, well thought out story.) Sometimes I would bring my notebook and laptop so I could write or work on editing photos and we could still be together. Some nights I would head to bed before him and from my room I could hear him cursing at whatever video game he was playing. I always found amusement in that, for some reason. I think it was his delivery. If I didn’t hear the cursing, I heard him playing the bass or guitar as he practiced or wrote songs. The music was always a comfort. The day he moved out the house became quiet and I missed him instantly. Whether he already knows it or not, he’ll know it now…my brother’s always been one of my best friends and I love him tremendously.
I’ve known Maria for about 10 years now. I don’t remember the specifics from the first time we met. All I remember is getting a good vibe from this girl and seeing how happy my brother seemed to be with her. I do, however, remember the first time the three of us went out for pizza. I had gone to pick my brother up from college and bring him home as a surprise for our mom’s birthday, but before leaving we all met in town for a quick bite. Well, I was going to buy everyone a slice of pizza and Maria yelled at me – no – because she didn’t want me to pay. I don’t know if you remember this, but I do. And all I have to say is – Maria, this life is longer than you might think and, one day, I will buy you a slice of pizza.
Over the years I’ve grown to love Maria. She’s not only a friend, but the sister I never had…until now. Thank you, Kyle, for bringing this amazing woman into my life, into all of our lives. (She must truly be as silly and crazy as the rest of us because she fits into this family so well.) I love you a great deal, Sister.
There are plenty of other stories I could tell about both of them, but I’m not sure they would appreciate that, considering enough, potentially embarrassing, stories have already been told tonight. So, I’ll end with these words.
From the beginning, I’ve watched Kyle and Maria grow together. I’ve watched the love they have for each other grow and their bond strengthen. And, although their relationship might not be perfect, as most relationships have natural ups and downs, you can tell just by looking at them that they are perfect for each other.
I love you both more than words could ever say.
So…
Be good to each other, take care of one another, and always love each other.
And, Maria, if he ever has trouble sleeping at night, you might just have to sing to him.
I now ask everyone to raise a glass to the bride and groom – I wish you many years of love and happiness.