My Brother, Aaron, was married this weekend. Against their better judgement, him and his fiancee (now wife), decided to allow me to be their Master of Ceremony at their Reception. I hijacked the proceedings long enough to tell a short thing I wrote that morning. I hope for the very best for Aaron and Morgan.
There is a picture in my mind of a small boy. He wears a sweater and a hat he inherited from his older brother.
The boy is full of fire and determination. We think that he’s a little odd. That maybe he takes life too seriously. Especially for being such a young boy. He tells us he’s not worried. He’ll figure out what he wants.
There’s a picture I have in my mind. It is of the same boy. But now he’s a teenager. He wears punk rock clothes and lets his hair grow long. He listens to Blink182 and rages against the machine. We worry that maybe he doesn’t take life seriously enough. He’s not worried.
He tells us he’s looking for what he wants.
There’s a picture in my mind, of a young man just in college. He’s determined, full of fire. But with a streak of punk rock. I worry the cold world will eat him alive. He’s not worried. He tells me his appetite is big enough to take on anything.
He tells me he knows what he wants.
Now I have a new picture in my mind. It’s of two beautiful people. A man and a woman. They’ve got each other and are happy. The man plays Blink182 on his guitar and the girl listens. He dances with her in my living room and she holds his hand as we climb a mountain. They are in love. He will ask her to marry him under the blinding and cold spring sun.
One may be tempted to say that they’ve made it, as we are always more inclined to put something to rest than to leave it incomplete. But the boy who turned into a man will say,
“No, I haven’t made it yet. But I’ve got what I want and together, we’re not worried.”
The woman places her arms around his neck and they dance together.
Ladies and Gentlemen, Mr. And Mrs. Aaron and Morgan Miller.
Storied By Josh 