Everything was ready for the wedding the next day. Mandy, being the queen of organisation, had thought of everything. But I noticed there was something missing. Our wedding theme was inclusivity - we wanted everyone to feel accepted, seen, and included. So instead of a traditional โbucks night,โ I chose something different. I gathered a small group of men around a ceremonial fire. I had no agenda. Just deep gratitude for the incredible men whoโd journeyed alongside me through life. My 79 year old father, my two sons, my adopted third son, my four brothers, my nephew, and my closest friends. Half the men had never sat in a circle before. The others were seasoned facilitators, familiar with the power of menโs work. That mix created something special - a safe, honest space where everyone felt free to speak from the heart. One friend asked, โWhat do you want to receive from this circle, Andy?โ I said - โMandy and I are good, so Iโm not looking for marriage advice. Iโm just grateful to be here and open to whatever unfolds.โ One of my closest friends, suggested that everyone share how they knew me and anything they wanted to add. And thatโs when it got real. One by one, they spoke. My eldest brother cried as he recalled the days I was โoff the railsโ - playing in punk bands, partying too hard, and flirting with disaster. He said, โI thought we were going to lose you, Andy.โ My heart cracked open hearing that. He wasnโt wrong. Those were dangerous years. And Iโm deeply grateful my family stuck with me when they could have disowned me instead. My oldest friend said, โYou saved my life, mate. When I was right on the edge, you stayed on the phone for hours and helped me through the darkest moments of my life.โ Another man said, โYou had no reason to show up for me - but you did, consistently - when I needed you.โ My adopted son said, through tears, โIโve never met my real father โ but Andy, youโve been a father to me.โ I wasnโt looking for praise. But the love and reflection in that circle hit me harder than I expected.