My fondness for Melissa began from reading her words and blossomed when I met her in person.
I’ve written about her before, about how much I enjoy her company. She has a calmness about her…a gentle and soothing nature that truly feels like a hug.
I am so grateful to call Melissa a real friend. And this piece that she wrote for Small Moments Mondays is so incredibly lovely and is written from a place of true vulnerability and honesty. I identify so strongly with this piece that my heart nearly burst when I read it for the first time.
Thank you, Melissa, for sharing your words here and for your friendship. I am so blessed.
The Luckiest Girl in the World — by Melissa
Driving home from the ultrasound, the news was still settling in. When you find out news you have secretly been wishing for, you don’t necessarily celebrate immediately. You ponder the accuracy of it. Hesitant to start planning and dreaming about what life will be like. However, I could no longer suppress my smile. Visions of tiny pink onesies, hair bows, and dresses came rushing to me. We are having a girl. “I can’t believe it!” I said excitedly. I glanced over at my husband who had been quiet, maybe in shock. I wasn’t sure. Then out of the corner of his mouth came a smile. Clearly, it was still sinking in for him too. Then I noticed the tears filling up his eyes as he said this: “I can’t believe one day I will be walking my daughter down the aisle on her wedding day.”
Those words hit me hard. I was not prepared. I was barely grasping the concept of holding a tiny baby girl in my arms. I could only get as far as dressing her. Here was my husband emotionally preparing himself for the day he would have to kiss his unborn daughter good-bye on her wedding day. It was then that I realized how lucky our baby girl already was.
Memories of my own father started creeping in and I could no longer deny them. For I had spent most of my life wishing I had a different kind of father. A father who didn’t drink. A father whose body and soul weren’t at the mercy of his alcoholism. A father who would guide me through life, providing stability and love. A father who would be present for my moments, both big and small. A moment like my wedding day. He was not there.
I glance over again at this man sitting next to me, my husband, and I’m filled with a deeper appreciation and love. He is already a wonderful father to our son and now, our unborn daughter. I knew instantly he would be the kind of father she deserved. He would guide her with strength and love. He would be there for dance recitals, gymnastics meets, and soccer games, whatever she chooses to do. He will be there.
Our daughter is now three years old and I am more certain than ever. He will continue to share in her joys and weather the storms. He will withstand the tantrums, the eye-rolls, the tumultuous teenage years, and whatever else she may throw his way. He will be her father through it all. And on that day, when she may need him the most to comfort and reassure her, he will be there. His heart filled with pain, pride, and an insane amount of love, he will walk her down that aisle and kiss his baby girl good-bye.
This is why my daughter is the luckiest girl in the world.
Now that you’ve read Melissa’s heartfelt words, please go visit her. Be sure to read the heartbreaking Crashing Down. You’ll also love How Parenting Advice is Like GPS. And lastly, don’t miss Breastfeeding Broke My Heart, a piece that shows Melissa’s strength of character, dedication to her children, and extreme honesty.