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Wedding is ‘atta way
This weekend, I had the unbelievable pleasure of watching my baby brother walk down the aisle to be married. It’s a totally surreal experience, watching the little twerp you’ve been teasing your whole life suddenly turn into a man before your eyes.
Luke has actually been a “grown up” a lot longer than I have (In fact, my full ascension into adulthood is probably still disputed). He’s always been honest, loyal, followed the straight and narrow, devout and -this is my favorite- fiscally responsible. Umm, what?
When we were kids, our mom and dad used to pile us into the boat (yeah, the boat) and drive us across the lake to the Dairy Queen on Lake Bemidji. I could probably stop right there, put a feather in my childhood cap and call ‘er a day, huh?
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Summer days in Bemidji
Anyway– Picture it. Landgrebes in the boat. Flying across the lake. Life jackets on. Impending sweet deliciousness. This was the deal.
But eventually this weird trend started happening. My mom started discreetly shoveling my blizzard out of my cup. Portioning it off into another cup. A cup we all started sharing into. I’m looking around. Five people. Four blizzards. Something is terribly, terribly wrong.
“Dad, where is Lucas’ ice cream?”
“He’s sharing with Mom.”
“Umm.. what?”
“He’s sharing with Mom.”
“Why?”
“Because he wants to.”
“But… why?”
“Because he’s saving money.”
“Wut?”
“He’s saving money.”
“I don’t get it. What does that even mean?”
“He’s not getting ice cream… and… getting the money instead.”
Silence.
“WHAT.”
Silence.
“What do you MEAN… ‘he’s getting the money?’”
“Luke would prefer to save the $3.50 and take a bite here and there from Mom.”
“Yeah… (scoff). Mom and ME.”
“Let it go, Dayna.”
“No, YOU let it go, Dad.”
“Let. It. Go.”
Cue tantrum.
Now I’m never been a terribly financially responsible person. My dad likes this word… impulsive (swipe, swipe, swipe!). I mean, I get my act together when I need to. But.. saving money.. instead of… ice cream.
You slay me.
This was one of the biggest childhood atrocities I could think of as a kid, and consequently, one of my favorite stories to tell about Lucas (besides that time where I dressed you up in my mother-daughter look-alike dress). He’s the guy who would skip the ice cream, save the money and buy a brand new car in cash because of it.
This, of course, is also what makes him such delightful human being. He’s clear-headed, steadfast and responsible. This is also what makes his new bride, Erin, so perfect.
She is happy, cherry, light-hearted and ready to try new adventures. She will remind you that it’s OK to skip the spreadsheet.
Luke and Erin, I didn’t get to give a speech at your wedding (and, trust me, that was the right decision. I would have either bawled or barfed, so consider this a bullet dodged), but it might have gone something like this.
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Erin– Keep asking to go out for ice cream (trust me– Lucas really does want it).
Lucas– Spend the money, and eat the ice cream. This is the good stuff you’ve been waiting for.
Salut!
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