Not to get all gushy and shit, but this picture Just makes me happy.
That’s my Daughter’s Engagement picture.
I don’t think a man has very many missions in life. One is to provide, protect, and take care of his family. It’s a bit deeper than whats going on in your career, your bike or who the fuck your football team drafted. When you have daughters, its a bit more complicated than that, because lets face it: Men don’t really understand women. I sure don’t.
I remember early on, that the only thing I wanted for my girls were to be independent. If I had a conscious thought as a parent, it was fairly singular: I want my daughters to be strong. To be able to pull themselves out of a bad situation if they needed to, or to find out what they want and to move towards a goal. Have that inner moxy that tells them they are good enough to do it. I don’t know if its genes, Parenting or just blind luck, but my daughter has it. She’s strong.
She met a guy with some moxy, who will provide, protect and take care of my daughter. I don’t know if that’s chance or not, but I’m glad it happened. I’ve never seen her happier.
And, I’m happier than hell for them. They’ll be married in a few weeks. Pretty cool for missus Zip and Me.
Also, I am pissed about the Steelers draft, and my bike has a semi flat tire.