With two bubbly daughters in the house, my dad has always been emotional when it comes to us, whether it be beaming pride or heartfelt tears.
He always supported our dreams, allowing us to explore the world and catching us when we fall. In the months and days leading up to my wedding, my already unbreakable bond with my dad became even stronger.
The morning before the wedding, we held a grahshanti prayer at our home to bless our futures and where I would embrace my new role as wife and daughter to a new family.
As I sat between my parents, the priest explained that going forward I would take with me the value, honor and reputation of my parents. In those moments my dad turned to me with a glisten in his eye and my strong will broke down with his.
We both tried to hold it together the best we could, but the emotions brought tears to even the priest. In that moment, in the silence of our families, our tears were a testament to the relationship of fathers and daughters everywhere.
Fulfilling family tradition, my maternal uncles walked me half way down a long case of stairs and as I approached the bottom, I saw my dad standing, waiting to walk me towards the mandap.
During my walk down the aisle I felt conflicting emotions; bittersweet, proud, happy and sad.
During those steps I felt conflicting emotions; bittersweet, proud, happy and sad. Not only as a bride, but as just me, walking into change is hard and letting go of familiarity can be trying.
As we approached the mandap steps, I gave my dad a strong hug, as I pulled away I saw the tears in his eyes. In that moment, I knew no matter what, this father-daughter bond was more indestructible than an atomic one.
Although now, I have taken on a new role, my love and pride towards my dad isn’t any less. Rather its grown, taking all the moments, lessons and tips from my parents into my marriage has allowed me to be the best version of a wife I can be.
I may be a wife and all grown up but I will always be my father’s daughter.