|A few more pics I found on FB|
Happy Wednesday! I hope you had a fabulous Valentine’s Day!
As I mentioned on Monday, over the weekend, my baby brother Willis got married. From start to finish the weekend was amazing! I had no idea how fabulous California was and am seriously contemplating a move. I recently asked B what he thought about moving to LA to see if I could “make it” as an actress, but I’m not sure he thought that was the best idea.
Well, after a little lunch on Thursday where I sat right next to this lovely lady, I’m definitely re-considering it. I just know we’d be best friends!
|Kate Walsh via Pinterest|
One thing I was not expecting was how emotional I got watching my little brother get married. When it comes to weddings, we Robertsons have a hard time giving people away. So we tend to stay up on the surface to avoid the onslaught of tears we know are coming. Hence instead of sentimental toasts, we prefer to opt for singing a group song, to keep it light.
Throughout the weekend, Willis and Caitlin were calm, peaceful and just totally ready and I was SO excited for them. But when showtime came, everything started to hit me. It began when I watched my brother walk my mom down the aisle, both fighting back tears. Then I watched Willis standing up at the front of the church waiting for his bride, and I thought, “when did my baby brother—the one I woke up at 4 am to rock because I thought he was my real live baby doll, the one I dressed in middle school because I didn’t want him to embarrass me, and the one I picked up for class every morning at 8 am when was pledging his fraternity and had a stress fracture so he wouldn’t miss Spanish—become old enough to be a husband?”
Soon after the wedding began, it was time to play my part as the scripture reader. Besides getting to be the bride, being a scripture reader is my favorite role to play in a wedding. What was extremely special is that Willis and Caitlin decided to let each sister choose a verse for them. As much as I wanted to give them a little shock and read a racy passage from Song of Solomon, I settled on my favorite wedding passage that I first heard at my friend’s wedding six years ago, and then had it read at my own wedding.
What I was not expecting standing up there, was for the tears I had tried to fight back all weekend suddenly begin to emerge. I began slowly, but barely got the first sentence out…”Hear O Israel, the Lord our God, the Lord is one…”
As I struggled to continue, my eyes became blurry and I could no longer see the words. My sister Cally and I joked about the scenario arising in which one of us would be unable to perform our duties, but we didn’t actually think it would happen! But there I was crying, and then laughing, because I just couldn’t believe this was actually happening.
|Laura stepping in|
Thankfully, my big sister, who has saved me many times in my life, came to my rescue and finished my passage. I share this extremely loooong winded story with you today, because I think one of the reasons I got so choked up is because this passage is so extremely special to me, and being able to read it to my brother and his beautiful bride was an incredible honor. Alas, since I wasn’t able to share it on Saturday, I wanted to share it with you today: