My brother and his fiancee were married this past weekend and sadly, because of my stupid back surgery, I was unable to go despite being Maid (Matron?) of Honor and being fitted and refitted for my dress, having all of our travel plans arranged, and Randy taking time off of work, and so on and so forth. Dante, on the other hand, entrusted in the very important job of being the Official Ring Bearer, went along with my parents on his first plane trip to NYC and his first "vacation" away from the rest of us for four days.
On a side note, Dante was under the impression that he was the "Ring Bear" and was going to wear a bear costume and growl and snarl while presenting my brother and Elena their rings.
I wrote a little something to be read in my absence and I heard it went over well. It wasn't my "usual" type of writing because it was a classy joint but I did get a few zingers in there.
I don't have many regrets in life, but this is one of them. I truly regret not having been there to see my "annoying baby brother" get married.
Without further ado. Here is the happy couple and the "Ring Bear".