My younger son is taking a bride. And such a bride is she- beautiful in body and spirit, with a quick laugh and a warm, generous smile. I find her easy to love, for she has accepted us so fully, without judgement. Sometimes I feel ashamed that love should come so easily. Isn’t virtue supposed to be difficult to achieve? I rejoice to see my son so happy. His face radiates in her presence. This is the first taste of joy that I have had for too long a season of bitterness. Now let the cheering cup be poured! For we are to gain a daughter.