Yesterday I attended my friend, Laura's, wedding. She married her long-time love, Clayton. It was really beautiful. Spectacular ceremony. Charming reception. Lovely speeches. It was so obvious how much love was there between both families. I felt honoured to share in such a special occasion.
Laura & Clayton danced their first dance to Tim McGraw's "My Best Friend". About half way through the song, the father of the bride and mother of the groom stepped in to finish the dance. It was lovely. And I had to excuse myself.
I am so thrilled for Clayton and Laura. Laura has been a wonderful friend to me. She was a huge support through nursing school and continues to stand by my side through good times and bad. She's an inspirational, beautiful person who deserves nothing but happiness.
But watching Laura dance with her father was heart breaking. I'll never have this dance. I'll never have my father daughter dance at my wedding. I'll never hear my father welcome my husband to our family. He'll never sing at my wedding. I miss him.
