Family
I was the best man at a my friend Mark’s wedding this week, and spent much of it thinking about what I was going to say at the reception. And hoping I wouldn’t drop the rings. Because that would be bad. As I understood it, best men are supposed to tell embarrassing stories about the groom, stand a lot, face things, and generally be charming and fun. I definitely faced things and stood a lot. I discarded my speech before I got to the podium though, it just seemed kinda trite. Instead, I talked about something that had been on my mind all day, and I wanted to share it here. (more…)