That man squeezes my hand as we sit side by side, watching our friends embark on this same adventure. It’s a silent, soft reminder, a little, “Hey — remember when we did that?” And it’s that simple. I watch a couple make earnest declarations, and I think of how beautiful it is that people can love each other so much that it makes them cry. I think of how lucky I am to have found a partner who thinks I’m the best, and who tolerates it when I’m being the worst.