So my youngest brother, Daniel Smokler, is getting married this weekend and Suzan and I leave for New Haven Friday morning. Sunday morning at the ceremony, I'm slated to give a toast as the brother of the groom.
I'm kinda freaked out. Most wedding toasts I've heard are tittering anecdotes about something embarrasing the groom/bride did in younger years or a few sacchrine lines of sentiment reheated to sounds genuine. I want to make mine special. And I'm the writer in the family, which means expectations are high.
Daniel isn't the least bit interested in me telling stories about his childhood or snarking at him and Beth from the microphone. Also, I have a tendency to tear up at inopportune times so laying it on too thick will make me cry before everyone else.
Here's what I'm thinking...Daniel and I have a much stronger relationship now than we did as children. I had left the house by the time of his adolesence so I wasn't around to see him grow up. Oddly then, we have a greater appreciation for each other as men than as boys. So I'm going to try to string together a few thoughts on how, despite what we remember as children, how proud I am at the man Daniel has become.
I hope Beth doesn't mind.