Making memories

We dressed up neat and clean and were mostly ready by the time our son woke to say he was on top of things and we were not to worry

First, my son sent out Save the Dates for his forthcoming engagement to a bunch of his friends, leaving the dirty work of working out the arrangements to us. Since this is what parents are expected to do, we took it in our stride. But closer to date, he panicked, his married friends having put the wind up him. “Guys,” he told us on Saturday, “I’m going to propose to my fiancé on Sunday,” failing to realise how silly that sounded. He suggested we find a way to inveigle his girlfriend and her parents for the purpose. When I pointed