There’s something enlivening about seeing a couple, in church after morning worship, both wearing that familiar, revealing grin that says so much, walking up to me, to make an introduction and to talk about premarital work, and then ending the evening looking across the table at the one lady who pulls my lips apart in the same grin after years of being anything but a newlywed.  With city views behind her, in an elegant restaurant, oddly called the Boarding House, we talk and look together at more of the future, speak of the many pieces that make our life right now, eat a fine meal, and share dessert.