First, and probably least important actually, I turned 29 this weekend, on Easter Sunday in fact. For my birthday one of our fellow bloggers, Jayme, and I saw Childish Gambino Saturday night. We had an awesome time, but we were probably the oldest people there. The crowd was so young that they had soda cups on the bar ready and the concert was over by 10:30.  I guess that means I’m in tune with new music though.

So two weeks ago, my brother texts me and says he’s getting married on Easter, the same day as my birthday, in Corpus Christi. Not familiar withTexas geography? C.C. is a nine hour drive from Dallas, or a $500 plane ticket away from Plano, and with the short notice I wouldn’t be able to modify my work schedule. Long story short, I wasn’t able to be at my only brothers’ only (hopefully) wedding (don’t judge me). I did watch it online though since the church streamed it live. (Hi mom!)

Anyways, I guess what I’m thinking about is that I get older and seemingly more and more single, and he does something that is so beyond my current maturity level that I don‘t think I can appreciate its gravity. Alright, that may be a slight exaggeration, but I do know that I almost can’t imagine my life as a married man right now. I guess this all probably makes me the disappointing son. (Just kidding, mom).

I guess it isn’t that I’m not looking for someone. I’ve dated plenty recently, more than I have in a while. There was one point I had been with someone for several years that I had plans of marrying. None of them were “the one” as it turns out. My mom has been hassling me for years now about meeting someone. I’ve even avoided telling her about entire relationships before because she takes it harder than I do when it doesn’t work out. (Sorry, mom.)

In the end, I’m really happy for my brother and his wife. I’m happy for new family, and hope that I can be there for them when they need me. I wish I could have been there in person, but I was there in thoughts and prayers. My brother has always been a better man than me, so I’m not surprised someone scooped him up first. Life isn’t a sprint anyway.