(This was the speech and poem John gave at Holly and David's wedding)
Introduction
As
you're probably aware by now, I'm the father of the groom. What you may
not know, unless you've been in my situation, is that the father of the groom is
sort of the forgotten person at a wedding. The bride's parents have plenty
to do--they're giving the wedding. And the groom's mother seems to have
kept herself pretty busy the past few months also.
Stephie told me I only had three responsibilities and I'd damn well better do them right:
First, I had to be sure that the checking account was replenished whenever necessary.
Second, I was instructed to be supportive and understanding of Stephie if she ever became anxious or nervous about the wedding.
And finally, I was to emcee the rehearsal dinner.
That's all I had to do!
Only Stephie and I know how well I did the first two, and I'm sure not telling. But if I screw up on the third one, everyone here will know, and that's what you'll remember.
With these thoughts in mind, I sat down to organize my thoughts, and this is what came out of my computer.
David -- there are a lot of people here who have been asking how you and Holly met, and a little bit of the history of your romance, so I thought I'd tell it from a parent's point of view. I was going to have your mother censor this, but she's been too busy. I'm sure she'll tell me tomorrow if anything should be left out.
|
I
sit at my desk |
A
few months later I visited you at school
And sometimes kept your smiles |