“Is it creepy to watch people sleep?”

I found myself asking that question as I watched my baby brother peacefully sleep on my couch the night before his wedding.

How can he already be in REM (rapid eye movement sleep)?  How can he be in REM at all?   This is his last night as a free man - right?  He should be whooping it up with his groomsmen until the wee-hours of the night - right?  They should all be getting matching tattoos of something like a wrench (you know - manly like that).

What you have to know about my brother is that he was born to be a husband and a father.  It is in his DNA.

For as long as I can remember he has always been a caregiver.  He has never shied away from a tampon run and he always shares his beer and single-malt scotch.

Hand to God - I have come home and found my kitchen clean.  By little elves you ask, that peddle cookies?  No, a brother who stopped to drop off construction supplies (another story) and stayed to make my kitchen sparkle.

Why am I telling you this?

Because, I feel that he is now living his dream with his dream wife.  And I can’t be happier for them.

I love you.