The look on the groom's face was awe-inspiring: thankfulness, overcome, just the kind of look a Dad wants to see on the face of the one he is about to give his daughter's hand in marriage to.

     The rain held off, the bridesmaid's baby girl decided not to be born yet (we will soon welcome my grandaughter into the world) the 10 groomsmen and 11 bridesmaids were kind, supportive, loving, prayerful, a little crazy, and enthusiastic; the guests were gracious and, I think, charmed and touched by the Presence of God through it all.

    After the ceremony came the reception and a moment I was anticipating: the Bride's dance with her father- me.

     I wrote a song for the occasion. I didn't plan to, but as we were looking for the appropriate song for the Daddy-Daughter dance, I was inspired. I kept it a secret from everyone except my wife and Celeste's sisters. Then the time came... I danced with the Beautiful Bride and my recorded voice sang what was (and is) in my heart for my little-girl-become-a-woman. I will never forget that moment.