We almost didn’t go. One of our kids was sick, and it felt wrong to leave. But Catherine convinced me—it was one night, and the babysitter would call if anything changed. Since she was seven months pregnant, I decided not to drink. If we needed to leave in a hurry, I’d be ready. The wedding was beautiful—one of those grand hotels in Cork, full of charm and warmth. The ceremony was lovely, and by dinner, we were seated wit...