“Brandon & Ashley sitting in a tree…
K-I-S-S-I…”
Ha! Just kidding.  I really can’t help myself though.  After all, this is my little brother and it just wouldn’t be right without a bit of the antagonism and taunting that marked our relationship growing up.

I’m so unbelievably proud of the man you have grown into little bro.  And I think I need to set the record straight on a couple things…since we are grown-ups now…all mature and everything.  Those silly names we used to call each other when we were kids… I’ve realized were just the love language of siblings.  Like, when I called you a geek, it was really code for “you-are-a-incredibly-intelligent-and-understand-the-inner-workings-of-computers/software/technology-in-a-way-that-is-foreign-to most.”
And I know when you called me a brat, that was was just code for “Beautiful-Radiant-Angelic-Treasure”.  That’s IS what you meant right?? right??

And then you proved even more what a smart guy you are when you decided to ask this lovely lady to be your bride.

Ashley, I KNOW you are the one for my bro if you can get him to break into a spontaneous dance in public…and smile that big…and not care when onlookers start hooting and wooing during our photo shoot

You two bring out the best in one another.  It’s easy to see that!   And my kids already call you by one singular name…B-Ashley.  Not Brandon AND Ashley. No, no.  B-Ashley.  They love their B-Ashley.

Note to the men:  a woman that is willing to learn to love a sport because you do, so that she can spend time with you while watching said sport, and then wears a jersey for the team you love (rain or shine)…she’s a keeper.  Actually, Ashley really does like football now.  And her and B both have their favs as you can see…

I think that sums it up:  ”Life is Good!”
So looking forward to officially calling you “sis” Ashley.  And seeing my brother light up when he sees you on the big day.
Love you both!  xoxo