“Smile,” he says, even though he knows it‘s inevitable. How could I not when he’s beside me, and Michael is about to make a toast at our wedding? If Jim doesn’t joke with me and laugh about it, I might cry. This is going to be a disaster, I can feel it.

“I’ve known these two crazy kids since Jim was making moony eyes at Pam across the office,” he starts. “And vice versa,” he says, winking at me.

I look at my husband and he gives me a goofy grin. I smile. I never was able to resist him.