Holding Hands

This morning, before I left for work, I was helping Anna to learn to walk. Holding hands, little step by little step, and she enjoyed dragging daddy around the house. She can toddle for an amazing long distance, but not by herself -- she still needs to hold onto someone.

Then a thought bubbled up in my mind. One day, I too need to hold her hand, walking down the aisle on the red carpet, and marrying her to that unworthy soul. It will too be small steps, but would I be dragged forward?

And will she remember, 20 odd years ago, that her daddy also held her hands, took small steps, taught her to walk, and all had great time together?

I would.