blurry pages
There is only a few days left for me to write my speech. Right now, all I have is my title, “speech father of the bride.” I don’t have anything else written. Every time that I try to write it out, I start crying and the page gets all wet, and I have to start over. I realize that I need to write about the happy memories that we have, and will continue to have with my daughter and her husband, Roy. Roy is a great guy, he just is a little strange to me. I know that in time, I will grow to like him.
