It never fails.
The bride could be my sister, my best friend, someone I’ve only met twice, or a women whose wedding day is the first time we’ve ever met in person.
I cry during the father-daughter dance. Every. Single. Time.
It is absolutely one of my favorite parts of a wedding day, and I really think it’s because of this guy.
I was a very lucky little girl to have the unconditional love of my father. Daddy would travel frequently for work, taking every possible job so he could provide the life he dreamed for us.
While he was away, I would sit at Mama’s typewriter (yes, old school) and write him “love letters.”
This moment was one I waited my entire life for.
(Thanks, Amanda, for capturing these priceless moments that I dreamed about for so long)
As I danced with my Daddy, I looked across the room and my eyes met those of a dear friend who lost her father last year. In that moment I could have gotten down on my knees and praised God for the opportunity I was given. I was more grateful for my Daddy’s presence that day than he will ever know. It was such a blessing to have him there to share that dance with me, especially knowing that not every girl will get the chance to dance with their father.
Happy Birthday, Daddy! I may be a married lady now, but I will forever be your Boo Boo.