There comes a point in every boy's life when he suddenly turns around and finds himself to be the 56 year old father of the bride, walking his amazingly beautiful and graceful youngest daughter down the center aisle to the handsome -- dashing -- young man who now becomes number one in her life. This is one of those never-to-be-forgotten moments in both lives. Certainly in mine. One of two major moments this past Saturday for Tracy and me. The Aisle Walk and the Father's Dance. Not that there were not many, many other memorable moments -- but these two mark the transition from one phase of two lives to the next with a certain unmatched emphasis.
"Call Me Papa" is the song she chose. It was a long, sweet tune. I thanked her for the length of it. Happy to have kept my feet off of hers. Hated to let go. But then life is all about letting go... It was an amazing evening.