For some reason when I decided to go to Ireland, a new theme swept into my house. That theme was weddings where my brother and sister planned to get married in November and then January. As much as I love them both, I definitely was in disbelief during their engagements since 13 hours of traveling is never my ideal way to spend a day. In fact, everyone that I saw this weekend agreed with me as it constantly was the first conservation topic. Luckily, jet lag was never an option because both weekends could not be more fun.
I have been to a lot of weddings for someone my age because of my older cousins, but even though the age gap may be the obvious difference, there is something special when a sibling gets married. You truly listen to every word that is said in each toast, notice every minor detail that goes into the night because your sister is in you ear the whole time on how she picked the chairs, but most of all you are just proud especially when they are marrying someone who is perfect. From a young kid who wore a zip up tie to an Irish lad standing on the altar in a tux; I will never forget the memories that were made in November and January. Although the 13-hour travel days are done until SCL comes onto an end, my groomsman resume has strengthened to the point where I will be back on that altar for my cousin Tim in July. Now it’s time to immerse myself fully in the Belfast lifestyle where hopefully I’ll develop the Irish accent my mom asks if I have everyday!
Cheers,
Matthew
