Someone over there on that crazy party island got me thinking about my wedding day. The question was, "Did you cry on your wedding day?" and I was remembering that a few people shed a tear or two on the day of our nuptials, but that there was really only one person who let it all hang out.
This is me asking him if he is all right. I won't tell you why he was balling because it might embarrass him, but the time-out we had to take down at the dock for him to compose himself was one of my fondest memories of the day.
And I cannot tell a lie. He was not the only one balling that day.
But I was only crying because Paul Bunyan just finished off a pint of Chubby Hubby in one sitting and I was worried about how I was going to enable his Ben and Jerry's addiction for the rest of our lives.
It's turned out to be not as hard as I thought.