I think someone who predicted any of this before me was my dad. One day early on when we were dating, Wade was over at my parent’s house in Spanish Fort. Wade was in another room in the house and so I guess my dad thought this would be a good time to talk about my future with Wade.

“Kaylee I want to tell you something. If you and Wade want to take this further, he doesn’t need to ask me. I approve of him.” I know this sounds sweet but I was mortified. I liked Wade ~a lot~ by this point, and I did NOT want to scare him away. I begged my dad to talk more quietly in case Wade could still hear. What I did not know at the time was that exactly 2 months later, my dad would go on to Heaven.

I’ve always thought the whole “asking the father” tradition was a little outdated. So did my dad, I think. He always believed in mine and my sisters’ self-agency, which is why he might have told me that 2 months before he passed. Regardless, it’s a comforting thought that I hold onto today. Thank you dad for telling me you approve, despite me begging you to lower your voice :)

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