2 weeks ago, I was on the beach where I was married. I had my arm hooked into my Dad’s and as we walked and watched my daughter skip through that white sugary sand, I told her, “this is the exact place that Grandpa walked me down an aisle of red rose petals to marry your Dad”. She smiled big and giggled. All I could think was, one day this will be her. And her father will have to give her away.