This is the toast I gave at my daughter’s Skylar’s wedding.
I am the father of the bride. There are two things I’m proud to be associated with in my life. My daughter Skylar. And my daughter Celia. How Skylar grew up to be a such fine, creative, outstanding, true-hearted woman, I don’t know. I like to think I had something to do with it, but I doubt it.
When she was little, I used to read to her, every night, before she went to sleep. I loved doing that and I think she liked it. I think that has something to with her lifelong love of books and libraries. Maybe it stirred her mind a little.
I remember I read one book to her when she was about 3 ½ — A CHILD’S HISTORY OF THE WORLD. It started: “There was a time long, long, long ago when there were no men, women or children, NO PEOPLE of any kind, in the whole world.”
When I read that, she looked stunned. Like her whole world had been turned upside down. She said ‘I didun know that. I didun KNOW that.” I like to think her curious mind started there.
But you know what I don’t remember? I don’t remember the last time I read to her. I didn’t know it would be the last time, so there was no celebration. One day, it just stopped.
We used to play PETER PAN. But we played it kind of different; no Peter or Wendy. I was Captain Hook and she was the loyal first mate, SMEE. “Smee!” Remember that? Smee was the smart one and Hook had the crazy plans. We used to find buried treasure and plot Peter’s demise. I’m kind of glad I didn’t know the last time we played that game. Again. One day we just didn’t play it anymore.
But there are some momentous occasions we do celebrate. High School graduation. College graduation. And weddings. Ronnie, I’m glad she found you. You make her smile. You make her laugh. All I can say is, remember to read to each other. Remember to find buried treasure. And remember to value every day.