My youngest daughter, Whitney, is getting married at the end of December, which means I will be giving a father-of-the-bride speech that I have been preparing for since I held her for the first time in a Pennsylvania hospital in the summer of 1993.
Dancing around the delivery room with my newborn baby in my arms, her future was racing through my mind, including a vision of some future day when we’d trip the light fantastic at her wedding.
An enormous portion of our lives in the intervening 29 years has been lacrosse.
My daughters both had mini sticks in their cradles and grew up around the game. My oldest daughter had a brief flirtation with the sport, but Whitney took to it like a duck to water.