Dear Dad,

It’s been more than eleven years since I’ve written. My thoughts couldn't remain voiceless, so I'm setting them free, even though I know you can’t answer.

I miss you so much and wish I could tell you how happy I am, how happy he makes me, but you already know.

I’ve been contemplating this event as it draws closer, of the family and friends who will watch me walk hand-in-hand out of the Logan, Utah LDS Temple on June 8th with my husband.

I’ve imagined the dress, the tux, the bouquet, the rose petals resting on the table cloths, and the soft music floating on the air. I wish you could stand next to Mom as she greets the never-ending line of well-wishers.

I know you'll be there, even if I can't see you.

I love you, Dad.