I think every wedding has one crystalizing moment that you take away and remember forever as the most special part of the night.
My “little” cousin, Ivan got married two weeks ago, and for me this was the magic moment:
It was so obvious from watching this dance that he had had no interest in taking dance lessons or doing a fancy dance at his wedding. But he did it anyway, because it was obvious that it meant a lot to her. He was no Fred Astaire, but the boy held his own and I was very proud of him.
It’s hard for me to think of my cousin as a man, but here is the undeniable proof. And more of a man, it seems to me, than many much older than he.