Jean Willett writes about her boys and her marriage: Momentarily my vision wavered and I saw only four grinning, mischievous, barefoot little boys, with patched faded blue jeans and wild cowlicks, faces covered with dirt and grime. But those little boys disappeared and four young men reappeared, handsome in their suits with velveteen bow ties and blue and yellow shirts that collectively had 36 buttonholes]my vision wavered and I saw another wedding 26 years ago when Dann and I, hand in hand, oblivious to the hot packed congregation behind us, spoke our vows wondering what the future held for us.