| 39. Always Your Own Two weeks later� September 20, 2002 �You look beautiful, Meghan.� Her white Donna Karan dress was a satin hand-beaded, floor-skimming creation that suited her perfectly. Her hair was blown straight with curled accents under a thin veil. A teary-eyed Meg swallowed. �Thanks, Daddy.� She hugged him. �So this is it, huh?� �Yeah,� he breathed. �Paul�s going to make you so happy.� �I am happy, Dad.� She smiled. �You make me proud to be your father. And you did that long before you got a record contract.� �I love you, Daddy.� She hugged him again. �Thanks for coming around.� �I only wish it could have happened earlier.� He smiled. �I�m always your Daddy, no matter what happens. If you and Paul have an argument, feel free to come back home and sleep on the couch, alright?� She chuckled through her tears. �I will.� �And since I know that won�t be happening, give your old dad a call every once in a while.� She nodded. �Every day.� The wedding coordinator entered the small room. �Ready to take the walk of fame?� �I think so.� Meg smiled. �I love you, Daddy.� �I love you.� They hugged one last time and left the bridal room. |