A wedding is a celebration of love, commitment, and union. It also happens to be one of the most-awaited milestones in every relationship. And every celebration is twice as sweeter when shared with family, friends, and loved ones. One part of the wedding ceremony is the sentimental last dance of the bride with her father.
A man and a woman’s restroom have a lot of differences. For starters, a man’s restroom has a toilet for peeing and another toilet in case he needs to do number 2. A woman’s restroom, however, has the same toilet for doing number 1 and 2, has a vending machine for their hygienic needs, and
There is an unexplainable joy in knowing that a kid’s eyes can sparkle and twinkle just by looking up to you. Seeing their big eyes fill with excitement and their bright contagious smile welcoming you home after hours of working, is enough to refresh your body and mind. Amanda Taylor and her husband, Sgt. Brenden
Life the past few months has been a reminder that I am growing older, especially facing an empty nest. However, in all my focus to deal with seeing my own children grow older I have honestly lost sight of the fact that my own parents are also growing old… My parents stopped by the other
Just like the other girls, Meredith Parnell’s father has always been her first love. For the photographer, a wedding would not be complete and truly special without the traditional dance shared by a father-and-daughter. Unfortunately, Meredith’s father, Lynn, who had battled against cancer for 12 years, was weakening as days passed by. Realizing that her
“Hopefully I’ll have that again someday.” my son Evan said wistfully over the phone. “You will!” I encouraged him. “Just give it a while.” “Best that it is over but there were still some fun times.” he went on. “You’ll have that with someone new.” I said. “You’re only nineteen. Plenty of time.” “Yeah.” he
Dear Fellow Human Beings, This morning, at her request, I took our 9-year-old daughter to a coffee shop. She brought with her a little crocheting activity; I brought the newspaper, a notebook & pen, and my phone. This was going to be an outing not unlike others we’d had before: while sitting at the same
When she was about seven years old, my little girl came into my room one morning before she left to walk to school. I’d been up late, writing, and was fast asleep. I half-awoke to her voice. “I’m going, Daddy,” she said, and kissed me lightly on the cheek. I stirred and turned, still nowhere
