I was the Maid of Honour (okay...Man of Honour) at my sister's over the weekend and I had to give the toast. The Best Man was a little shy and didn't like speaking in public, so instead of the usual order of the speeches (MOH and then the Best Man) it was reversed, and I wrapped it all up after the Best Man spoke. I tried to start with a little humour and then get a little serious. I had written it all up but didn't really use or need my cue cards. Since there were compliments, and I just gush about how much my sister has influenced me, I thought I would share.
When Mike asked for my blessing so he could propose to my sister I was thrilled. Then I learned that I was the intimidating brother. Me? Really? Not Jonathan? Seriously, Me? Ok. Then I realized that it was really a compliment. (Turning to look at Mike) It WAS a compliment, wasn't it Mike? Cuz if not, I GOT people. (The other brother and three gay boys in all black suits with dark sunglasses on surround the groom).
I'm going to give Mike the benefit of the doubt and go with compliment, because it means I have done my job as big brother correctly. As a big brother, you are supposed to help your younger siblings learn and grow, and I hope that I have done that.
I don't think that a big brother gets to stand up and talk about how much his younger sister has taught him that often. Whether she realizes it or not, Sabrina has taught me so much about having the strength and courage to be myself. We both grew up a little different from the world around us and watching my little sister develop her inner strength and self confidence as she grew into the beautiful young woman she is today was an amazing example when I was on my own journey of self discovery. Without her example, I don't know if I would be as strong as I am. She has given me so much, I am forever grateful and she will be with me always, like a handprint on my heart.
I love you kiddo, and I can't imagine anyone else I would want to see you take the next part of life's journey with.
Congratulations!
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