I am thinking that my daughter’s big day is finally here.
Today I have to wear a monkey suit and lose my little baby girl. Well, I know I am not losing her, but she has been my responsibility, and now her new husband will fill that role. I know we will still be close, but it will not be the same either.
It is good that they knew each other for years as “just friends” and I got to know him as a friend of my daughter and a friend to me before it became a relationship. He is a good man, and I know he will take good care of her (not that she needs taken care of; she can stand on her own two feet VERY WELL). He likes to read and we often talk about and share books as our interests are very similar.
They met at each other’s first karate class and both continued working at it. Both have 2nd degree black belts, and he has a black belt in swords too. But, more important they love each other and have that deep down comfort with each other that will be a blessing to them in their future.
So, it really is a very happy day, and it also means that finally the mountains of stress can finally fade...