At one point today, I thought about watching Father of the Bride. However, there are parts of that movie that aggravate my allergies and make my eyes water, so I didn’t. Our middle child, Lesley, will be married a week from today. As a matter of fact, we should be kicking up our heels at the reception about this time next week.
Lesley, somehow, grew into a Daddy’s girl through the years. I love all my kids uniquely, but I have to admit, Lesley fits the bill as a Daddy’s girl. Maybe it was all the times I have knocked her in the head with something. Maybe I just felt extra sorry for my slip-ups. I hit her in the head with a golf-club when she was little. Another time she was standing under the lift-gate of our Expedition and didn’t notice as I closed it.
It could be that she was so busy pursuing her interests in high school and college that she did not really make much time for guys - and that was most certainly ok by me. No doubt that afforded me time with her I did not have with Kelsey. It could also be that she got into the legal field and as she advanced, I began to treat her as much as a confidant as a daughter. Anyway, she is a Daddy’s girl and she is also my attorney, so be careful!!!!
We are certainly proud of all our children and their spouses. (had to get that one in there!) And I am proud of and for Lesley and Anthony. Being the minister of record in the family, it has fallen to me to perform this wedding ceremony. It will be a great day next Saturday. I will enjoy it. But as every Dad who has ever married off his Daddy’s girl knows, the joy is a mixture of sadness and love and joy. It is not sadness in the typical sense. Just that while she will remain a Daddy’s girl, there is now someone else with whom she will share the majority of her feelings and who will take care of the majority of her needs.
It is no small thing to give the hand of your daughter in marriage. Which is why this is part 1. I will write Part 2 after the wedding next Saturday, just in case I change my mind about all this!!!!!!!!!!