In a few hours I'll become something I've never been before - "Father of the Bride!" Not just for Halloween, but for the forever kind of real.
So often I was asked in the past few months, "Are you ready?" What could I say? How does one get ready to cut off his arm? To rip out his heart? To give up a significant and substantial part of himself?
I couldn't wait for this day to come for her sake, and for his - the man who will be her husband and my son-in-law. But, how sorry I feel for myself as I take on this role that I've only seen other men assume before.
I want to make it down that aisle and to dance with her to "Daddy's Little Girl" without becoming a blubbering fool, but if I do, so be it. I cried like there would be no end to my tears on the day she came into this world and a nurse put her into my arms. Would it be so bad if I did the same as I put her into the arms of the man she loves, to be his wife?