Mom sent us some pictures in the mail of our wedding.

I remember the morning of the wedding, maybe the morning before, calling my parents' hotel room and talking to my dad. I must have been complaining about all the last minute errands. I said, "Apparently, getting married is a lot of work."

Dad chuckled and said, "Being married is a lot of work."

I could hear my mom laughing in the background, which I took as a good sign. A sign that it might be true, but that it's not the whole truth.