by Wilfred Bereswill
Well, sorry to say, you won't get any rants or controversy today. Father's day is winding down and another long work week is peeking over the horizon. I'm just trying to hang on until after my oldest daughter's wedding. The wedding is just three weeks away and I'm completely stuck. I'm trying to write one of the most important things I've written, the Father's Toast or Speech for the wedding reception.
The words aren't there.
I've written two, one-hundred thousand word novels, and several short stories. I know I can write. I know what I want to say, but I just can't find words to describe my feelings. Every verb seems contrived; every adjective not good or big enough. I'm so lost for words, I'd take a great adverb if I could think of one.
My future son-in-law is awesome. I couldn't have engineered and built a better guy to marry my daughter. My daughter...well, she's my first child and still seems like my little girl. She's not. She's 27 years old. I'm thrilled to death for them.
Even if I somehow manage to come up with something, I know without a doubt that I will not get through it. I mean, I'm as comfortable in front of a crowd as one can be, but not when it comes to pouring out my soul in front of 200 people who are family and friends... I mean, I cried my eyes out when I watched Marley and Me. As much as I'm looking forward to July 10th, I'm praying I get through it.
I'm sorry for not pulling together a more thought provoking blog, but I could sure use some good karma wished my way.