My Big Brothers

I asked Pete, my dad's best friend, to walk me down the aisle at our wedding. 

This might have surprised some people.

After all, I could have asked Bill, my oldest brother, to do it.

 I could have even asked both of my big brothers to do it.

But they're my brothers. 

While it felt completely right to ask Pete, there came a point that I wondered if I'd possibly hurt my family by not asking my brothers.

I called Bill and Jim, one at a time, and told them that I'd asked Pete.
And they were both so supportive. And said they completely approved.
After all, they're my brothers, they said. Not our dad.

I don't know what I'd do without them.

They are really, really good men...sons...husbands...fathers...brothers.

 I'm quite certain my dad would approve.