

Linda and I returned to the hotel both elated and exhausted. Since our adrenaline was still pumping, we talked for a while. Yet, Sunday morning we were up early to host a brunch for family and out-of-town guests. How we could eat any more was beyond me. Nonetheless, we certainly did.
We ended with a bunch of tearful goodbyes. Our good friend Seth took numerous photos of the wedding night and then insisted on driving thirty miles to drop them off on Sunday. That was a nice and appreciated act of thoughtfulness.
October 24, 2015 was truly one of the best days of my life. Not only was I able to attend the wedding. I was able to walk my daughter down the aisle, dance with her, and give a toast.
This chapter is another illustration of why I considered myself – and continue – to be the luckiest man alive.