To My Dear Brother,
Today you are getting married.
My little brother. The 2nd in our clan of 3 Mustakteers.
You are the best around. You love people. You love helping people. You love making, building, fixing, remodeling anything you can get your hands on. You're a fire-fighter at heart and saving people is part of who you are.
Since you were 15 there has been only 1 girl for you, and today you get to [finally] make her your wife.
Alot of people say that marriage is the beginning of the end. [Some joking, some not.] But I think that marriage isn't the beginning at all. Nor is it the end. It's just a very big intermission where you, the man of the hour, get to introduce a new, beautiful character onto the scene. The character that takes every one's breath away. The character that will change the entire feel of the play. She'll make it a little better.
The thing is, is that she was always there. In the back, getting ready. Makeup, hair, life, love. She's been here the whole time. Since you were 15 she has been the thing that drives you.
Everyone knew it. Even you two. And today is going to be magical.
Two families, who are now "officially" joining as one, but have been fusing together for the last 7 years.
So brother, I am so, so very proud of you.
Happy Wedding Day! This will always remain in my mind as the day when all our friends and families gathered to say, "It's about time!"