The Wedding. Wow! What a beautiful ceremony. The children acquitted themselves fairly, I would say. They started down the aisle alone, and about 1/4 of the way down Whit decided he’d rather be sitting in a pew. Grace did her best to keep him on course but I had to step in and walk with one of them on each side, holding hands. This worked for another 1/4 of the way until Whit suddenly wiped out and was lying on the floor of the longest aisle in Manhattan under the watchful eye of 200 congregants. Apparently the reason he fell is he was busy flirting with and waving to a beautiful woman in the pew to his right. I finally scooped him up and walked to the altar with Whit in one arm and Gracie holding my other hand. Me as flower girl. Nice! As Dux said later, well, at least nobody cried. The reception was beautiful and the toasts heartfelt. My favorite moment was Jim’s, when he threw off a fabulous quotation from Measure for Measure: “Our doubts are traitors that rob us of what we might dream to attempt.” The theme of the remarks, and indeed of the evening in general, was persevering when something – even something profoundly uncertain – seems right; of being brave enough to take the risks required to pursue a possibility both thrilling and frightening. Gloria and Jim are together because of their willingness to do these things, and it’s extraordinary to see the result: a tangible, visceral love that inspires all who witness it. I am so delighted to have Jim join our extended godfamily and look forward to many more times with both of my favorite foreign correspondents in the years ahead.