Love of Family

Last week was spent preparing for my brother's wedding.  From packing, to decorations for the rehearsal dinner, our family spent the time together.  My parents came up a week before the wedding to help with the preparations and to support their son.  A couple days into their stay Kyla came down with a stomach bug that would then wipe out the family, including the groom.  Thankfully we all managed our way through the week and were able to enjoy the wedding day.

Justin is my only brother and only sibling.  We have a close relationship and share life's joys and challenges with one another.  I am sure you are familiar with the movie Father of the Bride and the opening scene where you find the Father sitting in a chair wondering where time had gone, while in awe of the days events encompassing his daughter's wedding.  I can relate to this just being a couple days out from the wedding, not being the father but the sister.  I cannot believe that my younger brother got married.  His wife is amazing and is going to bring so much to our family.  The wedding was gorgeous and time stood still as I watched my brother and now sister-in-law commit their marriage to God and each other.  But as I sat on the couch yesterday, I couldn't figure out why I was a little sad until I saw this picture.

Justin has lived with us the last six months.  We don't know Portland, without Justin. This picture of Justin spinning Kyla on the dance floor at the reception, is a common sight in our home as well.  I paused for a moment realizing the atmosphere in our home will change.  Justin loves his family.  He helped around the house when Jason was gone.  He distracted Kyla when I was cooking dinner or cleaning house.  He has been my friend in a new city and in moments of loneliness.  And made me laugh when I wanted to cry.   

Like the Father in the movie, I find myself looking into my living room with so much joy that I was able to have him live with us, but wonder how life will be like during this next transition...next season of life.  

At the wedding I looked onto the dance floor as my mom and brother were having their dance.  As tears flooded my face, I embraced my daughter and longed to cherish the moment.  I then felt tiny hands grab my face and I was met with laughter.  My father-in-law captured this moment, to which I am very thankful for (I am smiling underneath Kyla's little hands).

I realized that the brother who always can make me laugh, who helped during a tough transition with residency, was still here in my daughter.  For although Justin is not living with us and beginning one of the best times of his life (and has gained a new roommate), I am blessed with being able to see some of Uncle J in Kyla.  

Thank you Justin for loving our family.  We cannot wait for him to come back and visit!!

(More pictures of the wedding to come soon)