Best Man

I was the best man in my mom's second wedding. Stan was a good guy, and I noticed as he stood there watching her come up the aisle, that he looked like he might really love her. Her eyes were so different when she grabbed his hands, and I tried to remember if I'd ever seen her that happy before. I glanced across the aisle at my sister, who dabbed at shiny tears in the corner of her eyes. Then I smiled approvingly at mom, finally deciding that she deserved to be happy.