Eight years ago, in a little room behind where our friends and family were assembled to watch Kathy and I get married, I was doing what I always do: joking with my friends and quoting my favorite movies. Difference was, this time I was doing it in a tux.
But when the word came that it was time to take the stage, there was only one thing I could say. My last words as a single man.
“Take me to… the volcano!”
|Not an actual wedding photo.|
Eight years in, it’s easy to see that jumping in was the best thing that ever happened to me.