my brother, sister and I went to a wedding My amazing (step) dads wedding. I call him my pseudo dad actually. He’s raised me since I was an evil teenager and helped me be ready for the business world I live in, fostered my creative side from building sets to sneaking a peak at A Paul McCartney performance I’ll never forget and a Foo Fighters show with a guitar throne. He helped me aspire to be a better person with great taste in music. And truly.... Most simply, showed me that some people can just be good and good to you. Sometimes people won’t hurt you and sometimes they’ll just always be on your side. I’ve never seen him so happy which was definitely a contributing factor to why I ugly cried the entire time. He stepped in to take care of me with little to no notice and has been there to support me in whatever way he could since. I couldn’t be happier to have his wife in my life. She’s got the mind and sass we all needed. I wouldn’t have laughed as much as cried if it wasn’t her. Long story short, they’re amazing and I’m happy they’re happy and I cried a lot because of it. Thank god for some love sometimes. He deserves so much happiness. The end. #carrieheartrob