Well, it is starting to hit home now. My oldest daughter is getting married late summer and the planning is in full bloom. A couple of weeks ago she asked me if I would go dress shopping with her. I thought, really but she asked so I went. Turned out that it was very special. Shop after shop I was wondering if I could sneak out somehow. The last shop after the 100th dress she had on, I looked at one on the shelf the exact time she did and we looked at each other and knew that was the one. Brought a tear to our eyes while the other people there had no idea what was happening.
Now I just had to give her the song that we are going to dance to. What a f$%king sap I am. She is marrying a great guy so that helps out. Sorry to ramble on, I am so happy for her but feels like I am losing my little girl. I also thought I was way to young for this but guess since we have the old farts here maybe we need some middle aged farts.