I am sitting in my home absolutely blown away that no one is here right now, save me. "Am I supposed to be somewhere?" "Did I forget something?" Such are the thoughts of this FOB (Father of the Bride) as I count down to my daughter Taylor's wedding tomorrow.
Of course I used to enjoy the movie of that same name, the one starring Steve Martin titled, "Father of the Bride," but, then... I became one - and, well, lately it has just been too painful for me to watch.
So as I sit here today, I am for the moment lost in thought. Thoughts about the wonderful journey that brought me here. Of the day Taylor was born and of her first Christmas. Thoughts of her climbing into her red wagon to 'go with Dad' as we canvassed the Willow Bend neighborhoods leaving off flyers and inviting folks to 'visit' our new church. I thought about her sitting in my study and 'warting' me with her incessant talking as I tried to finish a paper for seminary, of her playing soccer and leading the charge, and of her on 'center-stage' acting in a school play. I thought about her first time of riding a bus to school - and me following that very same bus in my car all the way - and I thought of her going on her first date, her first day of college, and her first everything, and me, well... waving good bye and waiting.
So as I sit here now - waiting for my next assignment, my next duty, and my next place to be - I am also waiting on Taylor and tomorrow, when I will walk her down the aisle. I guess I have been waiting on her all of my life. Yet isn't that what Dad's do? (LOL) with feigned and feeble 'tongue in cheek' complaining. For it has been a great ride. One I would not have missed for anything in this world.
Pastor Sam, Father of the Bride
