My daughter Liza became engaged this week. Andrew and Liza have known each other since they were both 15-years old.   Liza was selling flowers at the Colorado Renaissance Festival and noticed a boy her age at a shoemaker’s shop. Even though it was uphill from everywhere else at the festival she chose to make that shop a regular part of her route with her basket of flowers.

The second day the shoemaker’s son came out of his booth and asked to buy a flower. Liza asked, “Which one would you like?” and Andrew answered, “Which one would you recommend?” Liza selected a giant sunflower, and when she took his money and handed the flower to him, Rew handed it right back to her, and said, “This is for you.”

When Liza was born, and the midwife told me that I was the father of a daughter, the first thought that that entered my mind was, “What the hell am I going to do when she starts dating?” When Andrew came into Liza’s life I never had any concerns. I felt a familial bond from the moment Liza introduced us, as if we had all been family before in a past life.

Welcome back to our family Andrew.

Dad