There's something special between dads and their daughters. I know I've spent a lot of time here talking about my mom but dad needed his own post too. I'm the luckiest when it comes to dads. He's always been my biggest fan and supporter. Has always told me I can do and be anything I want. He never makes me feel like he's anything less than proud of me. He always makes me feel loved. And I know no matter what he'll be there for me.
My car battery died once and luckily I had someone close by that I was able to call to help me out because I did not have jumper cables in my car. And I remember, they asked me what I would have done if they couldn't have come and I said, without a second thought, I would have called my dad. It should be noted that my dad was living an hours drive from me at the time and my friend was clearly confused but I added, it wouldn't matter that he's an hour away or if he was doing something. If I called and said I needed help, he would find a way to help me. And that is my dad. He loves his girls with everything he has.
So on the wedding day, we knew seeing me in my dress for the first time was a moment that needed to be captured. My sister had done something similar and all of us bridesmaids had pressed our noses to the windows to catch a glimpse of the precious moment. So I wanted that same moment with him.
This month I am linking up with "Two Writing Teachers" for a slice of life, daily writing challenge.