And Now For A Quick Recap

So my little brother got engaged recently.

Isn't it odd how we all grow up and do the things expected from us and all we can do is just hope and pray that we get to maintain some of the recklessness and happiness and devil-may-care-ness that we have when we, age 23, ask the girl we love to marry us?

My little brother is the most put-together person I know, he's serious and hardworking and reliable and organised to the bone. His girlfriend (oh sorry, fiancée...) is a great match for him; almost brassy but not at all without class, completely alive in every way, a reined-in revolutionary, probably the cleverest girl I know (apart from me, goes without saying, yes?). She will keep him fun. She will save him from himself, and he will save her from everyone else, and they will be one of those couples that manage. If they're lucky, they may even be happy.

They're getting married on January 7th. I'm already tearing up at the thought of it all.