Come July 18, all four of my girls will be married. If I close my eyes, I can still hear them as little girls. The giggles, the whispers, the yelling, the sweet little voices. How did they get so grown up? Nobody okayed this with me.
I watched with such love and pride when my husband walked the first three girls down the aisle. There is something different this time. It's the baby. It's the last time I will see one of my daughters walk down the aisle on her handsome father's arm. It's the last time I will see that look on his face. That special mix of love, pride and just a hint of sadness. My girls are all daddy's girls. Always have been, always will be and he eats it up. They have such a special bond.
It just doesn't seem possible that time has gone by so fast. Or that the time went so fast writing this week. Stop over at Jaime's and check out all the #SOC posts and join in, if you'd like. It's really fun.