Wedding weekend

So! January. It's been a bang-up month so far, a great start to the new year.

My big brother got married, and it was a beautiful weekend. It moves me that he married this woman one year to the day that he met her. It was a small affair, but the fun was so big that I still can't really believe it and am not quite yet over it.

Old friends, new friends. Family, dancing, laughing, and tears. Memories. Joking disbelief that he was finally getting married. But a reminder by my other brother in his toast that he's always wanted to get married -- he was just waiting until it was right. Their happiness together, my brother's and my new sister-in-law's, is a meaningful reminder that sometimes it's true that when you know, you know.

I was so happy to be there and to share in the incredible weekend. Part of me wanted to dislike the place they got married on principle because I'd envisioned it as sort of snooty and exclusive, and I guess it sort of is, but I fell in love with it on sight and was totally hypnotized by the beauty of the beach and the quaintness of the shops and the whole scene and the yummy fish tacos & iced coffee. I cannot tell a lie; I can't wait to go back.

To spill more about the wedding feels like a violation of what was kind of a small and private affair, and I don't want to explain all the laughter and tears. It feels like they belong only to the folks who were there, and I want to honor that. But needless to say, I am overjoyed for them both.