I’ve been a guest at countless weddings. But never have I had the honor of saying the words “I now pronounce you husband and wife.” It went by in a flash. Probably faster for you. Mic check, 1, 2, 3. The rows of chairs were slowly filled by grandparents, friends, ex’s, nieces and parents. So many beautiful Boston accents. They asked me to sing a song or read poetry. The band started to play. You walked down the aisle. Parents hugged and kissed. You were so nervous. There were lots of deep breaths. I had a forcefield of love in between me and the crowd. I didn’t have to be nervous. You read your vows. You put rings on. They slid on so easily, it wasn’t clumsy at all. I pronounced you husband and wife. You kissed, I stepped aside. I hope I wasn’t in the pictures. It was sweet and tender. I forgot to tell you to hold hands during the closing. You were fidgeting. Eventually your hands found one another. The smiles were unstoppable. It was beautiful. You turned around, walking away from me toward your future. Together.