"The father of a daughter is nothing but a high-class hostage. A father turns a stony face to his sons, berates them, shakes his antlers, paws the ground, snorts, runs them off into the underbrush, but when his daughter puts her arm over his shoulder and says, 'Daddy, I need to ask you something,' he is a pat of butter in a hot frying pan." -- Garrison Keillor
It's Time......
He was sitting in his favourite chair.
He was sitting in his favourite room.
He sat with his favourite photos all around him.
He had an untouched beer opened on the table before him. A tear slid down his cheek as he reminisced. He flipped the page of the photo album, and paused on yet another photo...she was so beautiful … he was enjoying the memories that the photos evoked.
He smiled, even though another tear slid down his cheek.
His reverie was interrupted by a light tap on the door.
"Dad?"
"Yes Parker?"
"You okay?" he asked making his way over to his dad.
Booth smiled. "Yep....Is it time?" He asked.
Parker nodded. "Yep, it's time."
"We've come a long way haven't we son?'"he said as he stood. He couldn't help it....his eyes welled up again.
Parker came over and gave his dad one of the Booth family's 'guy hugs'.
"Dad, it's going to be okay." He whispered in his father's ear.
Booth just nodded and made his way out to where he knew everyone was waiting for him.
He made his way over to his wife, took her hand and kissed her palm gently. She still had the ability to take his breath away with her beauty...even after all these years.
"Are you okay Booth?" His wife asked anxiously.
"You know you're the second person to ask me that in a matter of minutes?" he replied with a smile.
"It's time." She said. He simply nodded.
His youngest daughter made her way over to him with a look of concern on her face. "You holding up okay Dad?" she asked looking up at him with the same beautiful grey eyes as her mother's.
Another tear slid down his cheek.
He nodded, gave her a kiss on the cheek and dispensed another of those Booth family guy hugs.
She whispered..... 'It's time dad.'
"I know." His voice choked with emotion.
As the car eased away from the curb he thought how glad he was that he wasn't driving today.
He hated the fear that was pounding through his chest.
He had been a sniper in his earlier years, a fearless FBI special agent, and he was now the Director of the FBI for God's sake.....
He needed to pull himself together.
He was worried that the tears stinging his eyes would overflow at any moment.
He didn't think this was fair that this had to happen on Father's Day. Not fair at all.
He had to regain his self-control, he didn't have long to do so as they were almost at their destination. Yes, he needed that control, it was what was expected of him he thought as the car pulled up at its destination.
He slowly made his way over to his eldest daughter and took her in his arms and enveloped her in another of those Booth family's famous 'guy hugs'. He looked deeply into her eyes and could remember clearly the day of her birth.
She had been so tiny.
Ten perfect fingers, ten perfect toes.
Everybody had said she was the spitting image of her dad....but he had loved her eyes...so much like her mums. Everybody knew she was Daddy's Angel. And here she was now, a grown up angel.....breathtakingly beautiful in white.
There should be some damn law that prevents daughters from marrying! He thought to himself. He held her hand and only half jokingly said to her, 'If he ever hurts you...just let me know....I know people!!!!'
Christine laughed.... 'Come on Dad, it's time....
With a nod....he opened the church doors........damn.....it was time!
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