The weather outside is a damn mess. They are expecting up to two feet of the heavy wet snow, but I don't care!

My wife is getting married. I know that makes no sense. About 9 years Tracey started working with me. She was sweet kid who didn't drive. Occasionally I gave both her and her brother a lift home, but that was really about it. Then life does one of those things that brings you together. Her grandmother passed away. No one from work was going, but I felt I should. She was so grateful to have someone show up for her besides her boyfriend.

We began to hang out together, go to movies, the occasional dinner. It gave her a chance to vent, and me time out. People at work couldn't understand what we could have in common. She is young enough to be my daughter, but she is a great friend. When people at work asked if we were dating she laughed, asked to borrow the silver ring I always wear and told everyone she was my wife. When my mother passed she left everything and came down to LI to help my family grieve and support us however she could.

Last year, after many years together Tracey and her boyfriend finally became engaged. During the summer there was talk of what part she wanted me to play in her wedding. I told her as long as I got an invite I didn't care. Tonight they asked if I would be the best man. To put mildly I am over the moon. The daughter I never had, close friend, and all around buddy wants me to be a major part of her wedding. Beaming ear to ear here.