Dear Dad,

   The day of my wedding. Your little girl’s special day. I saved you a piece of the cake. I’ll send Mom home with it. She walked me down the aisle. It was a wonderful day. Just about as perfect as it could be. It was really moving to walk down the aisle, our arms linked together, and our heads held high. She told me that she couldn’t be prouder of who I’ve grown to be. Her words punched me in the gut and tears flooded my eyes and down my face. Good thing I didn’t go heavy with the eye makeup. Her words hit me so hard because part of me felt as though they weren’t just her words. I guess part of me wanted to believe they were also your words, Dad. I hope you are proud of me. I try at least. I hope to hear from you soon. 

Love, Jean.