March 7, 2025: The Big Day

27 years ago, on this day, I cried.

It was 2 p.m., and they were happy tears. I rarely cry — and especially not in front of a couple hundred people. But that afternoon, I did.

As Jess walked down the aisle, everything else faded. Just her, just us, just the moment. And, well… I lost it.

This morning, she sent me a note: Love you and will always be walking towards you.

Uh-oh. My eyes are sweating again.

There’s something about this day.

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