This last weekend I had the pleasure of witnessing a family member of mine participate in one of the oldest of our social customs, the institution of the highest order: Holy Matrimony. I was grateful for the chance to go and it was really great to see her and her fiancé get married. It was a beautiful service filled with all the familial love and awkward tradition that two young people could ask for. I have always felt that they were a fine couple and I know that their lives will be filled with as much love as they deserve. But whatever pre or post nuptial bliss that existed or will exist between the two of them is little of concern to me. It’s not that I don’t care about them because I do, very much so, and neither do I think that they won’t be happy. On the contrary, I believe the exact opposite that happiness is their highest priority. What brings me the most pleasure in this union is finally at long last having a fellow guy at the dinner table at future family get-togethers. I’ll toast to that!
More to come...
