I, on the other hand, was the very picture of stoicism. Ahem, it was only the wind at the outdoor affair that caused my eyes to blink water. Weather related, you understand. All I could think of as this 6- foot, 3-inch- tall son of mine said his vows were the times we used to wrestle when he was little and how careful I was not to hurt him. It would be the opposite today. He is now a grown man.
It was my great privilege, prior to his walking down the aisle, to give him his worn and tattered “True Love Waits” commitment card I’ve carried in my wallet ever since he was in junior high.
Its redemption demonstrated that he is not only a man, but even more important, a man of honor. Am I a proud father? There must be a stronger word.