I still call them "the kids."

They were a sophomore and a senior in high school when they started dating. And, much of the time we spent together in the summers was at the beach and on the dunes and watching movies and having bonfires. I remember trying to be cautious and talking with my parents about not putting too much pressure on a young relationship. It was hard not to just tell everyone who asked that they were perfect for each other, because they always were.

They're not kids by any stretch of the imagination.

They're 22 and 24, in college and a career, making big choices about the next years while still remembering to bask in the amazing glow of a perfect wedding. They're wearing wedding bands now, the only visable change other than the smiles they can't keep off their faces.

What a wedding it was. . .

Beautiful bridesmaids (if I do say so myself).

Guapo groomsmen (alliteration is my thing, besides we live in a multicultural world).

A magnificent photographer who captured every moment and didn't have to coax smiles.

Time for the family to dance and dance. Remember, the polka is just a matter of "kinda jumping up and down."

And this is all for keeps. Something we can say with supreme confidence for one simple reason. No, not just because they love each other - which they do. Not just because they have to get their money's worth out of the wedding. Not just because they like skiing and running and hiking together.

I know that they'll be together forever because before this. . .

was this. . .

Those kids sure grew up well.