A year ago today, I was sitting at the Tulum airport with Eddy-Alejandro, waiting to head home after his bachelor party.
It had been a fun weekend with the guys, but I was ready to get back. Back to her.
I was raving, again, about how much I loved my woman. My partner. My best friend.
Eddy interrupted me mid-sentence and said,
“Why don’t you just marry Carla?”
That was it.
A simple question.
One I’d heard a dozens of times.
Maybe hundreds.
I always brushed it off:
“I’m never getting married again. I love her, but I can’t. I won’t. I’m done. I don’t need a ring to prove that.”
But that day, sitting at the airport with my post-bachelor-party exhaustion and my heart wide open…
Something clicked.
It was like all the Tetris pieces in my head collapsed into place.
And suddenly… marrying her made sense.
This all happened in the space of five seconds. But in my head? Felt like hours.
I looked at Eddy and said:
“You’re right. I’m going to marry her.”
He panicked.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa. You don’t have to decide right now.”
“But I have,” I said.
“It’s decided. I just hope she says yes.”
I changed my mind. Simple as that.
Now I just had to figure out how to propose, how to tell my daughters, and how to prep for all the “I thought you said you’d never get married again” messages.
(And yes—some of you lit my ass up in the DMs. I deserved it.)
But here’s the thing:
That day, it made sense.
And it’s made sense every day since.
Stay tuned.
Another day.
Another anniversary.
