Heart Attack

You're at your daughter's wedding and nothing has gone right. The flowers were all wrong. The dresses were late. The Best Man lost the ring while screwing the Maid of Honor in a closet. You know, the usual fare. But after all of that money and all of the drama and the bullshit, when you see the look in your Baby Girl's eye after she says, "I do" you ignore that tingle in your arm. That little warning that might say, "Hey! Something's up." When you're at the reception and the steak is dry and the salmon is cold and your wife is drunk off of too much champagne on an empty stomach you don't care. You don't care because you look at your Baby Girl and she's smiling at you while she's laughing and taking pictures with her friends. You ignore the beads of sweat that pool underneath your arms and the throbbing in your head because she looks so damn happy. At last when it's time to gather your Baby Girl in your arms for the Father/Daughter Dance, your heart is pounding something fierce. It's wild and crazy and out of control but you know it must because your Baby Girl looks so beautiful on her Special Day. And as the world darkens as you fall to the ground, it's okay that you ignored all of the warnings. Because you got to see you walk your Baby Girl down the aisle. It's okay because you got to hold your Baby Girl in your arms and dance with her at her wedding. It's okay. It's worth it. Because she is happy.