I don’t have daughters and so I don’t know what it feels like to watch one marry, but I’ve now had two sons marry (the last one just a week ago). I looked forward to each occassion with happiness and expectation, for I wasn’t losing a son (as I’d been warned), but gaining two cohorts in this male-filled world of mine. They’re not romantic, they’re both practical, but they like feminine things. I’ve been up to my ears in G.I. Joe, Star Wars, baseball, football, creepy crawlie things, motors, and tools. Now I get to buy pretty clothes, flowered centerpieces, scented candles, and pretty knitted things. Perhaps one day we’ll even talk babies. Do I dare dream?