From a father’s “angle” here, translated…
It was, a hard-to-come-by chance I’d gotten, to take you out, and because I’d told my wife, that we’re getting our hair cut, and we couldn’t possibly, return home, with our original do’s, and so, I’d gone to the hair salon with you. After we’d left the barber’s, we’d gone to get the car together, while we stood on the side of the cross ways, waiting for the light to change, you took my hand on your own, and, I’d held you closer to me, as we’re about to cross the street, you’d gazed toward the shop with the wedding dress on the opposite side of the streets.
this one is from Tiffany’s…
“Such a beautiful bride’s dress, it’s blue!”, you’d stated, “It’s a wedding gown, not called a bride’s dress.”, I’d corrected you. “What the bride’s wear, it is, a bride’s dress!”, you’d stated to me. I’d shrugged my shoulder, not wanted to arguing with you, I’d known you for five years now, and you’d loved, starting an argument with me, and you’d start to talk back to me too. And most of the time, I’d allowed you to win, only when you’d gone overboard, would I, say something, to set you straight, and you’d always, started crying, until I was willing, to wrap my arms around you, then, you’d, started smiling again.
“Do I get to wear a beautiful bride’s gown when I marry too?”, “I will totally, have the most beautiful dress prepared for you to wear.”, I’d looked over at the wedding gowns in the display windows, “Like that blue one?” “Surely, I will look like a princess in it, and you’d loved blue too, don’t you?” “You will forever be, the most beautiful little princess in my mind.”, I’d held you even closer to me, and, you’d gave me a quick peck on my left cheek, and it didn’t matter if we’re in public, with people passing by us. And you, are the only one who would DARE play the kissing game with me in public, my wife and I had never, become so open, and so, I’d often stated, that you’re the girl I’d cherished the most in this lifetime.
“Will you allow me to marry?”, you’d asked again. “This, isn’t just my decision, my wife too needed to agree to it, you’d needed to get the consensus from her too you know.” “What if she won’t allow for it? I fear, that if I asked her, she would get mean with me.” “You’d still needed to ask her yourself, after all, it’s a decision, that the two of us must agree upon.”, I’d told you, feebly.
another one, on the “rack” this time…
“Fine, I hate it thought, because I think she would get all mean on me.” you’d tried to change the subject, so it doesn’t revolve around her anymore. “Then, when I get married, will you dress up handsome, and take my hand?”, “Naturally, darling, I’m also, the star of the show too.” “You promise?”, you’d started smiling. “Okay.”, I’d nodded, and felt this mixture of emotion inside of me. This, was the very first time that the subject of marriage came up between us, and, I was, contemplating, how I was going to, tell my wife about it. “Pinky-promise, you can go back on your words!”, you’d said lightly, “Then, when do I get to get married?”
“Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm, let me think………”, I’d, put you down, “You’re, five right now, at least, TWENTY years from now, my dear baby girl.”, I’d opened up the door to the car, “now, go in, sit in your baby seat, put the belt on,” I’d ordered you, “let’s go home, and ask mommy right now.”
As I drove, I’d imagined myself, twenty years from now, with you, walking down the aisle, in that light blue wedding gown you’d wanted, about to give you over, to another man, and all of a sudden, I’d felt, that scent of unwillingness, but with that sweet scent of bliss too. I’d started smiling, as I looked toward the backseats to you, and, you’re returned my smile with that childish smiling face back to me.
And this, would be that VERY intimate exchange between a father and his young daughter, and, maybe, the child just saw the external stimuli around her, and posed the questions, after all, she is, only FIVE, and, no child at age five would contemplate seriously about the matter of marriage, but this made the father who was taking his own daughter out shopping start to think………
Life, the Obstacle Course 