On Saturday, I gave my baby away. It was one of the happiest moments of my life. And it had absolutely nothing to do with writing.
Our little girl was married to a wonderful young man and the moment that made me choke up the most wasn’t during the vows, or the kiss or the signing of the marriage certificate or even the introduction of the husband and wife to the assembled guests. The moment that choked me and made me want to burst into tears was when we swung the doors open and I prepared to walk my daughter down the aisle in front of all of our family and friends. That was when the groom saw the bride…when everybody else was looking at the bride and seeing her in her wedding gown for the first time. As Father of the Bride I was the only one (other than the bride herself) to see the look on the face of the groom. And what I saw was a love SO large and pure and strong I knew it would last forever. And as I walked my daughter down the aisle, the groom’s face only blossomed more and more. I watched the couples’ faces the entire ceremony and what I saw was unbridled love. As a father, that’s good to see (but not unusual-I’ve seen him look at her that way many, many times). Our new son-in-law adores our daughter more than I’ve ever seen anybody adore another person. This makes me happy.
Well, I just wanted to share that. I’m a writer every day. It’s once in a lifetime you get to walk your baby down the aisle. I figured I could talk about something other than writing for a minute. (-: