After we handed out most of the gifts I turned to give my father his gift. As soon as he slid the box out of the bag he was overwhelmed. He started laughing and yelling, "No. No way!" I started giggling and grinning like a fool, insisting that he open the box. There was silence in the room as his eyes perused the bottle and finally landed on the engraving.
Now, my father is an incredibly strong man. He is smart, he is funny and he is kind. He is many, many things, but overly emotional is not one of them. So even though I had given him an emotionally-charged gift I was completely floored when tears began pooling in his eyes. I could not believe that my gift (or more likely my impending marriage) had affected him so.
His reaction sent me over the edge and soon we were two pathetic, blubbering fools bawling and hugging and bawling and hugging while everyone else looked on in shock -- those who know my father know he is not one for such displays. Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on how you look at it) I don't have any photos of this exchange, but we did manage to snap a few photos post-tears.
We hadn't told anyone except my mother about the very special gift I had picked out for my father so anyone not close enough to see the writing on the bottle did not quite understand what was going on. In fact, our friends later joked that they appreciated the fact that my gift was a very nice bottle of booze, but was it really worth crying over?! Of course, once I showed off the engraving they teared up a bit too.
These were the first of many tears that weekend. Some were happy tears, some were not-so-happy tears, but it seemed very fitting that the first ones were shared with the first man I loved.
Miss a recap?
- I babble about being married and share our wedding video.
- We finish up some last-minute wedding tasks and I have complete breakdown.
- Pre-wedding jitters set in the day before the wedding.
- We practice getting married and then chow down at our rehearsal dinner.
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