Ten years ago today, we walked down the aisle together for the first time. I’ll never forget the way you looked at me, standing there across the stage at your sister’s wedding. Thick as the emotions were, there was no way I could help that big smile from flooding my face as we walked out together.
Later your quiet, soft-spoken grandpa grabbed our arms, put them together and said, “We think you two make a really cute couple.” At our mild protests, he just thought a minute and said, “Well, we’ll see.”
Tonight, we’re babysitting while your sister and her husband go out for their tenth anniversary. Their three kids and our three kids. What a lot can happen in ten years. I guess Grandpa was right. (I always thought he was. )
Thanks for being the handsomest groomsman ever. And for becoming my groom six years ago.