This upcoming weekend my daughter will be getting married and we have entered the panic stage. You know the stage. If ANYTHING, no matter how small, is not just right, the world is ending and life CANNOT go on as we know it stage. Remember, I am the dad and just along for the ride, right? Wrong!
It started out with questions. What do you think about this, or how can we do that. As the day approaches the dad task have started picking up also. Today it was, you need to drive to Columbia to have my brother try on his tux. It can't wait because Friday will be too late. If you don't get him here tomorrow, WE CAN'T GET IT FIXED IN TIME. Then I made the big Dad BOO BOO! I said, "Well it's not our fault the tux place was 4 days late getting the tux back." Thats when my daughter got her low voice and told me it needed to be done. Dad's you know the voice, the low voice meaning if you don't do it, THE WORLD WILL END AND YOU WILL BE THE CAUSE, voice. OK, I'll move heaven and earth and work that 21/2 hour trip into my schedule. We'll get through this and everything will be fine. If we survive the Panic Stage.
