Happy Father’s Day to this fellow.

Here we are, discussing the appropriate pace one should walk down the aisle. He thought I was walking too fast. I thought we were secretly in a race to see who could get there first. (A competitive spirit runs deep in our family.)

Thank you, Dad, for not letting me trip and fall spread-eagle style onto the marble floor in front of all our friends, family and the many, many cameras they all had in hand. Thank you for googling “least cheesy father-daughter dance songs” so we could find a fitting and classy one to jive to, that was just the right style for us. And thanks for all your support as we planned the big day, but also as we — the Semenoff siblings — planned and navigated our lives thus far.

Happy Father’s Day. Love you.

*Photo by RJ Sangosti.