My Proudest Moment.

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By far, my proudest moment as a father was to walk my lovely daughter, Lorraine down the aisle with our eldest grandson, Jordan on Saturday the 16^th November, this year.

To say the beautiful young lady shone brighter than stars is not only too clichéd but possibly, could be seen as being prejudice and, of this, I am most certainly, and proudly guilty. Getting back to that simile, let’s try this; she made the Aurora Borealis look like a black hole. She was radiant in her flowing white wedding dress, complete with veil and lacy, long train.

As you’d all know, unless you were hiding under a rock, that day gave us perfect weather for such an auspiciously important occasion in our family’s social calendar.

Lorraine’s new husband, Neil fitted into our family unit from day one. He’s so obliging, polite and well- mannered with a good sense of humour. Little did I know I was soon to be reunited with old school friends thanks to Neil because as it turned out; his father, uncles and I were old school mates from a time that now seems not so long ago.

My darling wife, Zelma, was as proud as any mother could be and fulfilled the motherly role with such dignity and pride. To say she dotes on Lorraine…would, without hesitation, be an understatement. Zelma and Lorraine clicked from the first day they met and that relationship has only gotten stronger and stronger.  Zelma’s a fiercely proud mother, and of this… there is no doubt.

At the reception I was to asked to dance with daddy’s ‘little girl’ to a very beautiful song called ‘Butterfly Kisses’ which, Lorraine sang to me as we danced. The lyrics; aptly suiting the occassion but, the crowning moment for Lorraine, was yet to come.

  
After the song ended, she reached up to me and whispered the words I had waited seventeen years to hear…’I love you, dad.’  Understandably; I melted under the magnitude of these four little words and we hugged each other like there were no more tomorrows. Having handed her back to her husband, I walked outside because of the overwhelming emotion in which I was drowning and cried like a baby. And, of this; I’m not ashamed to admit.