Suspenders

If someone would have arrived at my wedding, someone vaguely known, a face that is barely recognizable, an old friend of my father, perhaps, he would have come and said: you see the suspenders you are wearing now, the ones you bought for the wedding because you had none? Those very same suspenders will hold your son’s overpants when he does his motorcycle test, when he is 15 years old. If someone would have said that, it would have blown my mind away.