_Hey dad, are you busy? Give me a call tomorrow!_

The text from my daughter came through as I changed from my basketball shoes to my street shoes. I picked up my phone to see I have a missed call from her, too. I click the notification to call her back, hoping she hasn’t retired her phone for the night.

“Hi dad!”

“Hey, sorry I missed your call,” I say, not thinking much of the reason for it, “I was playing basketball.”

“It’s okay! It can wait until tomorrow if you’re still there!”

“I’m heading out now, so tell me!”

“Well, Steel and I talked about getting married tonight.”

My heart skipped a beat, but not in the way I always thought that it would. My only daughter is getting married, the one no one would ever be good enough for. But now, as it became a reality, my heart skipped with joy.

“No way! That can’t wait until tomorrow! My daughter is engaged!”

I hear a giddy, relieved laugh on the other end of the call and feel my own smile widen. After a long, hard road, we made it. I know she’ll be happy now.