Perfectly Different, and Perfectly the Same

So how was June for you?

The residents and former residents of the House on the Corner had an unbeatably splendid June. Over the course of 15 days, the number of Lovely Girls who have committed themselves to our Boys doubled, leaving us to post the "Out of Stock" sign in the Unmarried Sons Market.

Scheduling two weddings and one international honeymoon over the span of three weekends would seem to be the height of insanity, but, oh Dear Reader(s), this was joy not just doubled--it was tripled and quadrupled and multiplied exponentially. 

When our final son was born, a well-meaning friend looked at the fourth of our big-headed, bald, bouncing boys and laughed. "You don't have babies, you have a series of clones," she told me. Post-partum me, who had known their diverse personalities with each kick, did not appreciate that assessment. I was more than a little miffed because I knew then what I know now:

They are the same, but they are different.

All of the Boys are funny and smart and kind. They are "competitive but not particularly athletic," as one rehearsal dinner toast described them. They are sensitive and discerning, and they do not suffer fools gladly. 

Also, they are different. Our Boys include extroverts and introverts. Thick-skinned and emotions-on-the-sleeve. Decisive and deliberative. 

But they have one indisputable trait in common: They all have chosen and been chosen by extraordinary women. All four have married women who resemble each other in the best of ways--funny and smart and kind, hard-working and beautiful, competitive and discerning. They're just the same except in the many ways they are different--extroverts and introverts, quiet and more exuberant, night owls and early birds. 

The two June weddings mirrored those same-but-different couples. Both ceremonies were set in historic stone churches with late-afternoon sunlight streaming through stained glass windows. Both couples chose traditional vows and held each other's hands as they promised to love, comfort, honor and keep each other in sickness and in health. At my request, both couples made my mother's favorite hymn part of their ceremony. 

The two events, though, were reflections of each of the couples. One was a Texas-sized celebration with a glow-stick-lit banger of a dance. The other was small, intimate, and all but a handful of the guests were related to the couple. That reception featured a jazz trio and a trivia game. 

They were, in other words, personal and perfect. 

At the final rehearsal dinner the three already-wed Lovely Girls chose seats next to each other. That didn't surprise me; I am humbled and grateful that they genuinely like each other so much. I was moved to tears, though, when each, in turn, welcomed their new sister-in-law on the eve of her wedding.

They know that marrying into our clan is not for the faint of heart, that four Boys can be, well, clannish.

But just look at the pictures at top of this post. Make note of the wide smiles, and the beauty of the day, and take particular note of the joy in those faces looked at each other. Their delight lit up the rooms. It was the same at the weddings of the first two Boys.

Our Boys love and are loved by loveliest of Lovely Girls. That's the only sameness that matters.