I'm Forever Yours, Faithfully

That was the song my brother and I danced to at his wedding over the weekend. Close as we are, I found myself hesitating when it was announced that people from the audience were now invited to participate in a "money dance" where you put money in a jar (to help them start on their new life) if you want to dance with the bride or groom. I think the concept is a bit tacky, but the bottom line was, I wanted to dance with my brother. The dilemma? I knew I would cry. And I did not want to be responsible for turning into a weepy mess and ruining the night. So I reasoned to my good friend Danielley that I just couldn't do it.

But as I sat watching the dancing, I couldn't shake the feeling that I would regret not dancing with him at his wedding for the rest of my life. Danielle must have noticed my pained face and said, "Do you think you should do it and just cry?" To which I responded, "Yes, I do." So I reached in my purse and grabbed the first bill I found, (unfortunately for the happy couple, it was a $1), placed it in the jar, and danced with my brother. There are a lot of things I could have said, as this moment marked the end of something. Life as we've known it, I guess. No skin off his back, as he's getting a spouse, but for those left in the nest, it always feels like you lose part of your siblings when they get married. No last minute advice or counsel or well-wishes came to mind as the dance finished, so I just hugged him and said, "I love you." He said, "I love you, too." And there it is.