Every Picture Tells a story (2)

The first wedding where we "kids" were the groomsmen, sitting all the adults. My good friend Patrick got married and we all found it amazing that we "kids" were the wedding party. Pretty soon that became a regular thing and now, I think my little brother's wedding will be the last one I'm ever a part of.

Now I'M the old man watching "kids" get married. Wild how time flies. I remember the night before there wasn't enough room in the hotel for all of us to sleep in a bed and since I arrived last to the hotel (due to work) I had to sleep on the floor without a pillow or covers. One of the worst nights of sleep I'd ever gotten! NOT fun.