Sentimental and Humorous Speech by the Father of the Bride
Ladies and gentlemen, it is my very pleasant duty to welcome you here this evening to this special occasion of celebrating this marriage. I'm sure that you will all agree on how radiant and gorgeous the bride is. However the groom is not too bad himself.
I know that some of you have traveled quite a distance to be with us here tonight, from both overseas and interstate. We really thank you and welcome you here tonight and hope that you really do enjoy yourselves accordingly. We are all very sad that the bride's grandfather is not here with us tonight. We all miss him, but I?m sure he is "watching down on us and is very proud and happy for her.?
When they stood at the altar earlier today and she spoke those magic words ?I do?, I had cause to reflect that it's one of the few times in her life she's agreed to do something without question. Don't get me wrong, my daughter was wonderful and obedient as a child - with a bit of prompting.
As a child she was full of life, effervescence, fun and joy and was just so bubbly she made friends with everyone. During her teen years, both at school and at University, she had a wonderful time, being the first person to gain the distinction of getting her degree with no study at all. However she worked hard for her degree, and we congratulate her for it.
Then her Thespian Knight in Shining Armor in the form of the groom came along. I didn't doubt her choice at all, as Victor Hugo once said, "Men have sight, women have insight.?
Now the groom is a very good actor, but with a somewhat "Puckish" sense of humor. At first we thought him a little shy, retiring and rather reluctant to talk with us, but we were victims of his talents. Beware! If you make the mistake of talking to the groom about himself or his exploits, have a friend ready to come and rescue you at a signal, otherwise you will find several hours gone, without you ever having to say a word. You will find him a real word-smith, witty and with a quick, dry sense of humor.
The only time I have ever found the groom at a loss for words and without his sense of humor, suffering from severe stage fright - or should I sat performance terror-- was on a Sunday morning some time ago. (Why do these questions for my daughters' hands always get asked of me on Sunday mornings?)
I was sitting in bed, reading the paper and quietly minding my owb business, when I heard voices from downstairs. The next thing I saw was the groom ascending the stairs at a 60-degree tilt backward, while knuckles gripping the rails, with my daughter pushing hint hard from behind.
He approached the end of the bed...