In a little more than week, my daughter is getting married. She is a beautiful and vibrant young woman and I can already picture her twirling around the dance floor. There will be tons of food and drink and a live band and a signature cocktail. My sons will cart me down the aisle, my husband will make a toast, and I feel confident that at some point I will collapse into tears (of joy). Several of my friends (or one of them, anyway) have remarked on how calm I’ve been. That has a lot to do with Pinot Grigio, and the fact that my daughter’s very well-organized. But mainly it’s because I feel so confident that she’s marrying the right guy. How do I know? It’s a well-known fact in my family that I’m terrified of making left turns. It’s a phobia. If you’re ever stuck behind me at an intersection, you should just settle back and relax because nothing is happening soon. But even more than making left turns do I hate driving on rotaries, which is like a left turn times three. So a couple of months ago, I was up in Boston, visiting my daughter. There was a doctor’s appointment involved, and I was anxious about that, although everything was fine, but at the end of it all, I had to drive her car back to her house. Her car is more of a truck. But Alex said to follow him and everything would be fine. So I put on the GPS, of course, but meanwhile I locked him into my view and I figured that I was not going to lose him. He started to drive, and my GPS kept barking me and I realized he was taking a different route than the one my phone was insisting I take. We wound our way all around, and when I pulled into the driveway, I realized he’d mapped out a route that required no left turns. He’d gone out of his way to make me feel comfortable. Now, who would not want her daughter marrying such a man? Happy Wedding Day, Kathy & Alex!