My dad and I have a pretty unique relationship: for the majority of my life, he was a single father (and I am an only child). It was just us for most of what I can remember of my upbringing. At a few points, contentious; all the time, loving. We are father and daughter, teacher and student, comfort-givers, real-talkers, and best friends.
That means this particular moment you see above was something so special, I think it would be an injustice to try to describe it with words. The best I can do is use lyrics from our man Bob Dylan, whose ballads back-splashed our lives in all kinds of weather (including for our father-daughter dance) and who will never fail to connect me and Dad:
It is such a precious event for every girl whose dad walks her down the aisle. And for those who choose someone else - maybe an uncle, grandpa, mom, or "substitute dad" - it's the fact that they're there for you, they're rooting for you, and they'll stick it out all the way, no matter what comes.
My wedding took place on June 10th, 2017, the weekend before Father's Day. Somehow, the two don't battle each other for a place on the calendar, but rather mesh together in a full render of love and dedication to each other. (Kind-of like how his birthday is September 3rd and mine is September 5th. We are just destined to celebrate things all at once.)
So whether you're getting married or not, to your dad or "substitute dad,"
Happy, Happy Father's Day.