A good friend of our son's was married over the weekend.
As the groomsmen stood to watch the bride and groom cut the cake (on stage), several wedding guests hopped up to get a shot of the groomsmen. Some of these guys have known each other since second grade. To see them all standing tall and grown, although a bit rumpled....well, it brought tears to my eyes.
I love these boys and the history they have shared. Our son is second from the left, the tallest. He's married, as are two of the other groomsmen. They know what the groom is getting into.
And when challenges come, as they always do, these young men will encourage their buddy and tell him that no, you'll never completely understand your wife, but you really don't have to. Your job is to love her anyway. As she'll need to do for you too, because she won't always get you either.
Such is marriage.
From chubby toddler-hood, to scrawny adolescence, to manhood, our boys grow up. And by the grace of God, they make us proud.