I don't look like my mom, I take after my father's side of the family. It never occurred to me before what my grandpa Ken must have been thinking when he danced with me at my wedding.

I know the backstory.

I look like my grandma, who left him because he cheated on her, and moved 3,000 miles away.  I don't think she was even 20.  :/

Fuck. I wish I would have thought of the significance of that moment for him at the time rather 29 years and 1 week later. 

I was thinking about this because I couldn't remember the last time it felt like a man in my life fully "had this."  Or, if I'd ever experienced it.  My grandpa Ken led me during our grandparent dance at the wedding and it surprised me, and I danced like a fucking princess.

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