Tomorrow, I get to walk my daughter down the aisle. This is one of the events that we fathers start to dream about the moment we lay our eyes on our new born little girl. I distinctly remember the day, the very moment she was born. My mind started to spin with excitement and anticipation about the life that I had just became responsible for. Her cute little self swept me off my feet. A true wonder of life. Now 31 years later, I’m going to give her away. What joy and happiness. So wish me luck in that fact that I hope I don’t trip, walk out of step, veer off the path or just act like a nut and break down. Oh well, so what if I do. I’m her Dad.
Wish me luck.
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