And now both of my sons are married. The change for me is more complete; defined yet undefined. Mothers adjust. We continue to leaf out, sway, stand, shade, shelter; holding stress of wind and ice before shedding or melting into the curve of a smile. Learning is always nature-al. Growing is leaning and letting go. But some lessons must be relearned over and over; as in each time a question is asked, my opinion shall not be given without preparation for critique and consequence. I open my eyes to see the moon. All’s well that ends well. A lovely, intimate, summer-green wedding miraculous as a tree.