The best day of my life started off with what you could call a failure. Even little details of that moment will stay in my head forever. On a Saturday in January of 2004, fresh snow covered the rugged edges of the Dolomites around that small town called Castelrotto, in Italy. Valeria and I sat in a tiny church in front of two Catholic ministers. “You may now exchange your vows,” one of the ministers said. My heart started beating strongly.