Mark, my youngest brother, is getting married this January. So I am hunting through some old photos and thinking of all the fun we had growing up.
I was 5 when Mark was born, and I always thought of him as mine. I honestly can only remember being mad at him once. (I still remember it because I felt so guilty about it.)
Now he is definitely not my little brother anymore, and he is marrying a wonderful, beautiful woman.
I am so happy for you Mark. So happy you found Daniella. So happy you are beginning your journey to forever with her.