We were standing around waiting for the music to cue the groom and groomsmen.
The pastor was doing his last minute check and the ushers were making sure that everyone had found their seat.
The groomsmen were getting restless pacing the hallway and my brother stood right next to me standing just a bit stiffer than he did a minute ago.
I went around fixing everyone’s tie and tie bar, I didn’t know what else to do.
I fixed my brother’s bowtie a couple times and each time he would ask me if his tie was straight.
One last time he asked, “Yo John, is my tie straight?”
His voice finally broke and hinted a quiver.
My brother was getting married,
and I held back tears as I thought,
I fucking love this guy.