To a father growing old nothing is dearer than a daughter.  ~Euripides

My daughter is getting married tomorrow. I’m walking her down The Aisle… giving her a kiss then giving her “away”.

I’ve been sitting at my computer staring at the screen for a while now. I have no words, I do have tears.I feel like some part of me is being held hostage, tied to a chair with duct tape over my mouth, I simply cannot speak or write.

So many moments in time surfacing… the day she was born; goofy hats and glasses; snuggling together. How horribly frightened I was through her teens… how unnecessary my fears were. Tickle fights; volleyball games,;homework sessions; answering or … trying to answer all her questions about why people are mean, God silent, and how caterpillars turn into butterflys. Oh, the pain in sending her off for school in Europe and leaving her behind when we moved to Colorado.

She is a beautiful women. I love being her father… my question: are we forever speechless in presence of beauty?