I was born in America’s finest city, San Diego. My childhood consisted of summer days at the beach. I remember my first Padres game and my first Chargers game. After a divorce, my mother remarried a man who became an amazing father to me. He would eventually take me to my first Navy game. I graduated from a good high school. I was sworn in on I-Day, and 10 months later I climbed Herndon. I was commissioned on a glorious May morning in 1999. I reported to my first ship. I felt the excitement of pulling into my first foreign port in Palermo, Italy. I’ve returned from two extended deployments. I earned my surface warfare pin. I married the woman of my dreams on a beautiful summer night, on a yacht sailing the Potomac and overlooking Washington’s monuments. I was present for the birth of both of my children. My brother found a miraculous match on the bone marrow donor list that allowed him to beat leukemia.
I have been unbelievably blessed, and have experienced far more than my fair share of wonderful things.
But today is the happiest day of my life.
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