Wedding went great, thought I would cry but only misty eyed. I got to the church 30 minutes before (my parents go by their own time), my son was calling me and texting me the whole way there, “are you close?”. When I got there (wearing tennis shoes to be able to run, no judgement, had heels in my purse), I jumped out and asked everyone where he was, hugging my daughter in law and granddaughter on way. They pointed to the bathroom and told me he had been waiting on me. Got to the bathroom...and there he was. He looked scared, nervous, but confident and happy all at the same time. I fixed his tie (they are always crooked) and tightened his pants for him. He kept looking like he needed mom to say something. We’ve got this and it will be fine. That’s when I got emotional. Now I’m getting emotional again.