Sunday, June 15, 2014
To My Dad
What can I say? I am my father's daughter.
I have many similar memories of my father that helped shape my ideals, tastes, behavior, and desires. However, my favorite memory of all occurred on my wedding day just minutes before my Dad led me down the aisle to marry my Paul. We were standing in the foyer of the church waiting for our queue from the wedding coordinator to begin our march down the aisle. The rest of the wedding party had been ushered into a line and my Dad and I were alone for a few precious minutes. I remember he held the long, heavy train of my wedding gown and seemed a bit nervous. Now that I have my own children, I understand why - I was the first of his eleven to be married. Dad's thoughts must have paralleled those of George Banks, played by Steve Martin in the classic film Father of the Bride, as he led his daughter to the altar: "This was the moment I'd been dreading for the past six months. Well, actually for the past 22 years."
He gave me a hug and began telling me how incredibly proud he was of me and how happy and confident he and my mother were that I was making the right decision in choosing to marry Paul. It meant so much to me to hear those words, to know that I had his blessing and his love. As we began that long walk down the aisle to the altar where I would begin my vocational call as a wife and mother, my heart resolved to continue to make him proud.
Our photographer did capture a picture of this moment, though I do not need an image to remember it. It is a memory that is forever etched in my heart, one I will carry with me for the rest of my life.
I love you, Dad. Happy Father's Day!