I gave the following 2min (by bride’s rules) toast to my brother and his new wife earlier this evening in Park City, Utah:
Not too long ago, I noticed a young woman appearing in Adam’s Facebook photos. Then on Instagram, I think, which of course Adam cross-posts to Twitter and Tumblr so you see the same photo over and over again.
But when Adam first mentioned Liz on his blog, I thought, “Aha! Adam really likes this girl.”
During one of my winter visits, we went skiing at Powder Mountain. Adam had mentioned Liz was an excellent snowboarder but I didn’t think about the importance of that until our the first run as a group. As I stood at the top of the mountain, looking down to where Adam usually stops to wait for me.
I saw Liz pass him and stop to wait. Then Adam caught up. That was awesome. I had an overwhelming feeling that things were right. Complete. Everything was balanced.
Any vague sisterly concern about Liz I could invent, if pressed to do so, was nothing compared to seeing Liz keep pace with my brother and his special laws of gravity. You’ve heard that theme many times this evening but it is true and right.
Back that day at Powder Mountain, I started skiing down to meet them. At which point I think they took off again but that’s fine.
I still feel that right-ness and balance today, during this wonderful evening celebrating Adam and Liz together. Look around at all these old and new friends. And old and new family.
Adam, I look forward to what’s next for you, as always. And I expect you to blog about it, so I can keep daily tabs from afar, please.
Liz, welcoming you to the family seems silly: you fit right in the moment we met you.
It’s cliche, but the whole wedding experience was such a blur. Even before the shot ski and Fireball combo really gained momentum, I found myself constantly reminding myself take a few breaths and enjoy every moment of the wedding as they were happening. It didn’t work as the whole day/weekend flew by right in front of me. I often found myself almost detached from the experience, like I was watching myself from a set of bleachers on the side of the venue.
The toasts were especially tricky to recall in the days following the reception. Despite having an unusually high number of toasts from family and friends, I had trouble remembering anything that anyone said. Thus, I was pretty relieved to find that my sister had posted a written copy of her toast on her blog.
Great toast from my amazing sister. Although now I feel more obligated than ever to start blogging again. Thanks a lot, sis.