Oh, he thinks he's so funny.Sort of like my husband does.
I totally married my father.
Did I tell you it was a few minutes before go-time at the church, and we realized no one had grabbed the flowers from the table at the lodge? So Daddy flew back to the cabin, grabbed them and made it back in time to catch his breath and walk me down the aisle. No problem.
(This is why he's holding the flowers, not me.)
All the kids, Christine and Kimmie had already left. It was just my dad and me. Waiting.
We don't know how to dance.
Heavy sigh... I tried to leave a comment and accidentally hit the back key, so we start again.
ReplyDeleteAnyway, sorry it took so long to post a comment, but I was just going looking at your pics again. You have a lot of great Dad photos. Looks like the dancing lessons paid off...
One of my best memories of my wedding was with my Dad and photo of us dancing (again a man that couldn't dance).
All of the trials & tribulations before, during and after the wedding were merely fodder for your Dad to come to work and have a good "sit-down" with everybody to tell his tales of woe.
Congratulations to you and Eric. I would still be very careful of potato chip shards (also look out for cookie crumbs) and lifted toilet seats.
Lora @ Chamlin's