My daughter Felicia is getting married today. In several hours I will walk her down the aisle. It's a joyful occasion. She is taking vows with a fine young man who makes her happy.
People, well, actually... women in particular keep asking me if I'm going to cry at the ceremony.
Will I cry?
And if so, why?
I don't know, maybe,
because she's our baby,
and it's great to see her grown
with a husband of her own,
but I do sort of miss, and fondly recall
the days when she was just small.
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