mom and dad dance

How to calm yourself down

• wash your hands
• take a few deep breaths
• say the alphabet backwards
• smile to yourself
• make anagrams (easy & good for distracting yourself!)
• play a game on your phone
• take a shower
• go outside for a little bit
• listen to a few of your favorite songs
• excuse yourself to a room with a cooler temperature
• count the people in the room
• solve math problems
• hug a pet (or stuffed animal!)
• sing a little something
• eat a fruit or veggie
• drink a bottle of water
• take a few minutes to yourself in a quiet place
• text your mom or dad
• turn on a fan
• dance
• shout into a pillow
• breathe

You are so awesome, girl/boy. Panic attacks are scary, but once you feel them coming on there are ways to distract yourself.

My mothers love for Jungkook

Since discovering her true bias was Jungkook, my mother has said and done some questionable things. And seeing as my bias is Jimin, she mentions him a lot as well

  • He’s extra cute when he’s underage
  • His face screams child but his eyebrows scream man
  • His dancing is so sharp. He could cut me
  • Proceeds to touch his butt when he’s on the t.v
  • Look how cute Jimin and Jungkook look in the matching minion hoodies! Aww. Jimin dresses like that because hes short enough to be an actual one.
  • Yells at the other members for bullying Jungkook on his birthday 
  • He looks line a tiny little bunny. I’m going to cage him and keep him forever
  • How does he dance like that at that age? That’s illegal. Is he on steroids?
  • I could tell that was Jungkook from those calf muscles
  • Proceeds to yell at me when I mistake Jungkook for Tae for a SPLIT second (”How dare you not recognize Jungkookie! Even I could tell!”)
  • (talking to my father) Honey come over here and watch this video. This is our new son Jungkookie. I’m adopting him and you have no say in it.
  • I feel bad for Jungkook. I swerved so hard for Jhope when he sang MAMA live… I’ll be your mama
  • (after the BTS concert) I miss my Jungkookie. Tara why didn’t you steal him off the stage for me?
  • *I wake up from a nap and walk into the living room* Is standing super close in front of the tv watching the Danger music video
  • *watching For You MV* This is a better love story than anything I’ve ever seen. And I don’t mean Jungkook and the girl. These boys love each other so much it’s borderline gay but I’m supporting this

Your mother & I
dance under a cloudy sky
in an ambience dim;
raindrops hang off my hat’s brim
fall they do when her I dip
tears they become upon her quivering lip;
like dew dusking a tulip
here we embrace; in a blip –
gone the days, the memories
into a haze disappear the reveries
the anniversaries.
And so the music no one hears
tapers off as time to depart nears
I kiss her hand and she looks away
her sights set on another bay;
Gliding over the waters’ spray
she leaves dappled with dismay
I watch her go, feet firm on the shore
…it begins to pour.

need you / sirius black

anon request. the end of this is heart wrenching and i apologize in advance for the needy, sad sirius. my heart hurts why did i do this to myself

word count// 1,713


Christmas Eve had arrived and traditions were commencing in your half blooded household. The house smelt strongly of freshly baked cookies mingled with the pine wafting off the tree that was brightly lit and beautifully decorated. Your Mother had charmed wooden spoons to mix batter together whilst pans or bowls washed themselves in the sink and you couldn’t help but laugh when a spoon nearly hit your Muggle Father in the head as it flew to the soapy water to be washed. You watched with admiration as your Dad grabbed your Mom from behind and began to dance to Winter Wonderland, twirling and dipping her while she pretended to be annoyed, but you saw the pink in her cheeks and the budding smile.

The angelic sound of your mother’s giggles drifted into the living room where you were curled up on the sofa, a fuzzy blanket wrapped around you like a cocoon. The sight of your dad dipping her made your thoughts drift to your boyfriend, Sirius Black, whom you had been dating for a little over a year. His relationship with his parents didn’t come close to the bond you had with yours and merely thinking about the glum look on his face as he parted from you at the train station made tears gather in your eyes.. You curled the blanket tighter around yourself and rested your chin on your kneecaps, wanting nothing more than for Sirius to spend Christmas with you rather than in the cold Black household.

In bounded your father, flour in his hair and a gentle smile on his face. He sat beside you and brought you into his chest as if he knew what was bothering you. His head rested atop yours and you smiled ever so slightly at the feeling of being a little girl came over you again. “Why the long face, squirt?” He asked and a genuine smile formed on your face at the old nickname that he resurfaced.

Your head lifted from his shoulder, chest heaving as you sighed. “I’m just upset that I’m spending Christmas with family and Sirius is probably alone.”

“Ah,” He hummed knowingly and raked his fingers through your y/h/c tresses. “His family isn’t the nicest, are they?”

With a mere shake of the head, you pulled your legs closer to your chest and stared sadly at the glowing tree across the room. The small bulbs of light began to blur until a tear plummeted down your cheek. Your dad squeezed you to him and wiped your tears like he had done so many years ago. You mustered up the most pitiful of smiles as you looked into his warm and welcoming y/d/e/c irises and whispered shakily, “I just want him here with me. I want him to be happy and I know he’s not right now.”

The room grew silent for a few moments, only the sound of your oblivious mother singing to carols from the kitchen filling the barren space.  Your heart was physically aching for Sirius and all you wanted was for him to be where he belonged. He belonged with you and he deserved to have a joyous Christmas like you knew Lily, Remus, and James were having.

“Why don’t you bring him here then?”

Glancing up at your father in surprise, your mouth gaped open a bit. “I can’t just show up to his house!” You exclaimed.

“Why can’t you?” He smiled down at you gently, his aging face appearing youthful and happy. “I want you to be happy, squirt, and if bringing him here will do that then we sure as hell will do it.”

Salty tears dried in an instant and a smile quirked your lips into a smile. You wrapped your arms around your father’s neck and felt like crying tears of joy. “Thank you, Dad. You have no idea how much this means to me,” You whispered against his shirt and tried to hold back more waterworks.

He rubbed your back soothingly and chortled. “Go get him, kiddo.”


Standing in front of 12 Grimmauld Place had your nerves on edge. The building seemed to loom over you threateningly and the street’s dim glow only added to the frightening aspect of it. You found yourself wringing your hands anxiously for you knew what lie on the other side of the home before you and your heart skipped a beat when your eyes landed on the window belonging to Sirius’ bedroom. Never faltering from his window, you scrounged up the courage to stalk up to the front door and knock thrice. 

It was silent on the opposite side of the door and you wondered if they were even awake. The thought was forgotten as soon as the ebony colored door flung open and revealed a very stern looking Walburga Black. Your blood ran cold at the sight of her displeasured expression and you could feel yourself sweating despite the impeccably cold night air. It wasn’t the first time you’d met Sirius’ mother and she did not like you dating her son one bit seeing as how you mucked up the pure blood ideology she had drilled into her brain. You, however, were there for one thing only and that was to save your boyfriend of the horrid household. 

“Y/L/N,” She practically spat, her face contorting as if the name left a bad taste in her mouth. “What are you doing here?”

Straightening your posture and wiping your clammy palms on your leggings discreetly, you tilted your chin up as confidently as you could muster in front of such an intimidating woman. “I’m here to see Sirius. May I co–”

“Absolutely not. I suggest you go back home right now,” She retorted snootily.

You frowned, but refused to leave until Sirius was with you. “Please, Mrs. Black. Can’t I see him just for a moment?”

“I realize that Sirius associates himself with mudbloods in his own time at Hogwarts and such, but I will not allow it under my watch and certainly not in my house!”

“I am not a-a… mudblood, Mrs. Black,” You replied calmly. “I’m a halfblood.”

Her lip curled in distaste and snorted as if you had told a joke. “I’m afraid that’s no better, Y/L/N, now if you would please stop wasting my time. I have–”

“Whose at the door? I thought I heard Y/N,” Sirius called from inside the house and you grew exceptionally giddy at the sound of his footsteps drawing near.

“No one, Sirius,” She barked and tried to close the dark wooded door in your face, but he stepped into your line of sight before she could.

The surprise on his face made you smile, but you could see the underlying fatigue and sadness. Sirius shoved past his fuming mother and pulled your shivering body into the house, shutting the door behind you. His arms wrapped around your quivering frame and you melted into him, his incredible warmth radiating off and onto you. His chin rested on top of your head and he found himself sighing contentedly after days of being utterly miserable. 

“Sirius Orion Black,” His mother growled. “She needs to leave this instant. I will not have this in my house.”

You felt Sirius tuck you tighter into his chest and you buried your face into his shirt, breathing in the woodsy scent of him mingled with faint cigarette smoke. “If she leaves, I leave,” He spat bitterly.

“I assume you’ll be leaving then,” She said in the most tranquil tone of voice you had heard yet. 

“Gladly,” He growled and with a swish of Walburga Black’s wand, a bag of his things landed beside them.

Despite knowing how horrible his family was, you couldn’t help but feel a grief deep within you that he was leaving because of you. The Black lineage was certainly not the best, but they were still his flesh and blood. Therefore when Sirius tangled his fingers with yours and pulled you out into the snowy night, your heart sank a bit lower when his mother shouted out five more poisonous words before the door slammed shut. 

‘Don’t bother ever coming back.’

It was silent outside 12 Grimmauld Place. Snow drifted from the sky peacefully as if a storm hadn’t just brewed on the very same street. Fingers still intertwined with Sirius’, you looked up at him to see he was already looking down at you. The white flecks of snow landed in his dark hair and his heavy pants of air came out in clouds of fog and he looked ethereal. His cheeks were warm to the touch and with your free hand you cupped one of them, stroking the rosy skin delicately. Sirius despised his family, but you saw the tiny bit of sadness seeping through because the bond that family had was supposed to be forever. 

The bond between him and the Black’s had been broken for a very long time. 

“Are you okay, my love?” You whispered lowly, almost inaudible. 

His palms landed on your hips and he tilted his head further into your hand that laid on his cheek. “Of course I am,” He muttered and trained his attention on the snowflakes gathering in your hair. “I-I…”

A tear fell onto his cheek, landing near the spot your hand rested on his face. You kissed it away gingerly and heard Sirius whimper before more tears followed. Without a second thought, your arms wrapped around his neck and his went to your waist, crushing you into him.

“I know, love,” You hummed into his ear and raked your digits into his hair lightly. “It’s okay. I’m here, always.”

“Need you,” Sirius croaked in your neck. His voice shook and tears dripped onto your skin. “I love you so much, baby.”

You swore you could hear your heart crack even further. 

“I’m here, my love,” You repeated softly and kissed just under his ear. “I love you too, Sirius. More than you’ll ever know.”

Snow continued to fall as you cradled the boy you loved in your arms. You held him in the middle of a sidewalk on Christmas Eve and you’d continue to hold him and love him unconditionally until the end of time. Sirius Black deserved just that and more. 

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friendly reminder that i had to convince my father that these two pics are of the sAME PERSON. Like I showed him the Agust D and Give It To Me videos and then I showed him the first pic, and HE DIDN’T BELIEVE THAT THEY WERE THE SAME PERSON, HE WAS IN FULL DENIAL

like yeah dad we all have our doubts sometimes but I swear to you they’re the same man to be fair i too have to convince myself of it sometimes

long story short I showed him a bunch of bts videos and one thing led to another and we ended up watching mvs of other groups too and I think I’m lowkey getting my dad into kpop whoops

VERY VERY RANDOM BUT I JUST WANTED TO SHARE??? IDK???

Princess of Themyscira: Part 4

AN:This chapter came fairly easy, I love how it turned out.

Words: 1813

Part One, Part Two, Part Three


The only thoughts on your mind as you climb the steps up towards your grandmother’s palace are ones of sleep. Your body aches, your spirit is sore, and to be completely honest, you feel a bit hollow inside. All you want is to collapse on your bed and sleep. Of course, life isn’t that easy.

    At the top of the stairs, you find your grandmother and your sisters waiting for you. You’re a bit surprised. Usually, by this time, they’ve drunk themselves into a stupor, having told each and every one of your mother’s battle stories. The hangovers typically last for days, and you’re usually the one to hold back your sisters’ hair in the morning.

    You say nothing as you take a seat at the top of the stairs, and turn to face the horizon. The sun is just beginning to rise, and no one seems inclined to say anything, so you sit in silence until Io finally asks, “What was she like?”

    You turn towards your sister and stare. You’d heard the stories, how Io had been madly in love with your mother, and how she had cried for days when she had been officially banished. After a moment you say, “You knew her longer, shouldn’t you know?”

    Artemis’s hand lands roughly on your shoulder, “We knew Diana, Princess of Themyscira. Warrior of the Amazons. We did not know Diana, mother of Y/N, Warrior of Man’s World.”

    You bite on your lip, “You don’t want to hear what I have to say.”

    “And why not?” Euboea asks.

    “Because it involves Man’s World. It involves my brothers. It involves my father, and however much love you have for my mother, and for me, you have just as much resentment for them.”

    “Have we ever shown this resentment? Said bad things?” Hellene asks.

    Your answer is swift and unforgiving, “Yes.” You can see the shock on the faces of your friends, of your grandmother, and from the rest of my sisters. “It didn’t take you long to accept me, despite being hesitant at first. But I remember the hushed whispers in those early days, what you all would say when you thought I wasn’t around.”
    You swallow thickly, “You hate my father for having taken my mother away, but if you knew my mother as you claim, then you would know that no one could make her do anything. And to understand who my mother became when she left here, you’d first have to understand my family. And that starts with my father. And to be honest, I don’t know if it’s a story you’re going to like.”

    There’s several long minutes of silence before Io finally says, “Diana was our sister. We wish to know her. You come from her, if you say we need to start with your sire, then that is where we shall start.”

    You take a shaky breath before nodding once, “Well, to start, he wasn’t my sire. He was my father, and whatever your misgivings toward men are, he was a good man. He was born into wealth, to a loving mother and father. My grandmother, his mother, wanted a child desperately and it took several miscarriages before she was able to have my father. But he was her world. And my grandfather, Thomas, was a doctor. He turned away from corporate America to help people. To try and relate to those less fortunate than him.

    “They were murdered in front of my father when he was eight. That one moment defined the rest of his life. He was left in the care of the family’s butler, Alfred.” You smile at the name, and pause for a moment as the memory of the older man takes center stage in your memory.

    “Alfred was amazing. Managed to raise my dad, and my brothers and even helped raise me. He and mom got along so well. He took care of cleaning and cooking, and everything, and anytime one of us had a problem we would go to him.”

    You pause to wipe away a tear, before continuing, “As my father grew up, he became obsessed with vengeance.”

“Of course.” Artemis’s voice is sure, understanding, as she says, “If any of us were in the same position we would do the same.”

You smile, “Except he didn’t.” You receive puzzled looks before saying, “He found the man who murdered his parents, only to find out he’d been hired to do the job. He had a gun in his hand, he could have killed the man but decided against it. Decided that he wouldn’t become the very thing his parents had tried so hard to fight.

“He went on a journey across the world. Trained under hundreds of masters in escape and martial arts. He was gone for nearly eight years, and when he returned, he took on the persona of Batman. He donned a mask and a cape, and worked to protect the city he loved. That’s how he met my brothers.

“Dick, Jason, and Tim all came to him in different ways. Each had their own journey with him, but they all were of the same mentality. To protect. It’s the same way he met Mom. The Justice League was formed out of need, not desire. Some Earth shattering crisis, where Mom first appeared. She thought dad was too broody. She worked so hard to get him out of his shell.

“The thing that did it was her almost dying. She took a hit for him. It would have killed him, but it only wounded her. Unlike most of the League, Dad didn’t have any powers. He was extremely smart, cunning, and a master of fighting. But he wasn’t invulnerable.

“Tim said that he never left her side after that. He refused to even eat until she woke up. And her first words to him were, ‘Your rules be damned, Bruce Wayne. I love you, and no matter how hard you push me away, I’ll fight even harder to get close.’ Jason said he just gave up after that.

“Dick said they became one of the most sappy couples ever after that. Only at home though. When they were in uniform they were all business. At least that’s what they claim. Dick said that a lot changed when he let Mom in. She didn’t let him isolate himself, or deny his feelings. She forced him to admit stuff, to become more open.

“My father, who apparently had a hard time admitting he cared, finally admitted that his number one fear was to lose those important to him; my brothers and my mother.”

You pause again to swipe at the tears running down your face. “I remember coming home from a night out with my brothers to find them dancing in the kitchen. We watched them for an hour. He was singing to her. Mom was the only one who could convince him to sing. He had such a pretty voice. He would have given her the sun and the stars if she had let him.

“My brother Damian came after they had been together for about two years. When my father had been traveling he met a woman named Talia. She was a smart woman. A strict woman. And a hell of a fighter. Unbeknownst to my father, a night together had created Damian.

“Damian resented Mom at first. Said there were months of snipes back and forth but my mother never backed away or coddled him. Any smart alec remark was met with one of equal standing until something happened that nobody would talk about. All I know is that Talia never came around again, and my parents were given full parental rights. I came about two years after that.”

“And?” Calyce asks.

You smile, “We were happy. We were a family. I grew up with four older brothers who meant the world to me. Who I could go to. My father wouldn’t go out on patrol without reading me a story before he left. Damian taught me fighting basics to defend myself. The others tried to coddle me too much, he said. But neither Mom nor Dad wanted me to join the family business.

“They wanted me to have a normal life, and I did. Or at least as normal as it can be in that situation. I grew up with the other league kids. I had chores and dance class. We had family trips and family dinners. Mom would tell me stories about her childhood. Dick taught me how to tumble, and Jason would taught me how to ride a bike. I’d spend hours playing video games with Tim. He made me my first cup of coffee for exams. Alfred nearly blew a gasket. Mom just took pictures.

“On weekends Mom would take me horseback riding, and we would race. My favorites memories are the ones of all of us together. Birthdays, galas, movie weekends. But my favorite is one of my mom and dad dancing.

“There was always something going on in the world. Some crisis, but I remember thinking I had never seen two people so at peace in that moment. I had never seen two people so in love. He used to call her ‘princess.’ And it wasn’t some in some condescending way either, it’s because that’s what she was, and she deserved that respect.”  

You take a deep breath, “My dad died about three months before I came here. It sent Mom into a rage. She destroyed that incoming fleet. Despite his own resolve not to kill he never tried to persuade her otherwise. He knew she did what she thought was best, that it was a last resort.

“What she did to that fleet though, it was pure vengeance. They had taken the love of her life away, and she was going to kill them for it. She became a different person after that. She was very withdrawn, and when the invasion got worse, they decided as a family that I needed to be saved.

“Alfred drugged me. Slipped something into the coffee Tim had made. They were all there as my eyes closed. They all told me how much they loved me. When I woke up, my mother was carrying me on the beach here. She’d packed a trunk with things she said were important. Put the key around my neck, and well… you know the rest.”  

This time, you let the tears come, you allow yourself to sob as you say, “She wasn’t so different from the woman you tell stories about.”

Artemis’s arms surround you, and she pulls you close, “She was very different, little one. She was a mother, not only to you but to your brothers. She was a wife. She was in love. She was a warrior.”

You swallow thickly, “She was Wonder Woman.”

Grantaire had a nice, supportive family. He was the youngest out of three children - a sweet (if unplanned) surprise, according to his mother.

  • He grew up watching his mom and dad dancing in the kitchen on Sunday mornings while making breakfast together.
  • His sister was his best friend and the person he went to when he realized he liked boys… and girls… at the age of 15.
  • His brother who took him to his first support group at the LGTBQA* resource center, where he met Enjolras.
  • When he came out to his parents, they just hugged him and told him how much they loved him and how proud they were of him.
  • His mom, who after meeting Enjolras, immediately went to the store to buy some nice red yarn because Enjolras’ hands were too cold… The poor boy.
  • And then there was his dad who sat Enjolras down and asked him what his intentions were towards his son… and 16-year-old Enjolras telling him matter-of-factly that he wanted to marry R.
  • Enjolras who first recognizes the signs that something might not be 100% ok with Grantaire.
  • Grantaire, who for a long time refused to acknowledge his depression. He just couldn’t understand why he felt the way he felt when he had so much to be thankful for. 
  • Then Enjolras and Grantaire met the people they would call their second family throughout their first year of college.
  • They were all there those days when Grantaire just couldn’t get up from his bed and Jehan would just ask him if he needed alone time or if he would like Les Amis to come over to watch a movie with them.
  • Grantaire who now knows that sometimes life will be hard for him, but he also knows that he has a large support group that will always be there… 
  • And you know what? Sometimes he will need that alone time. Sometimes he WILL need some quiet to get his thoughts back in order. But he knows, he KNOWS without a doubt that there are people that love him outside his door. And that makes it just a little bit more bearable.





  • His dad, who on their wedding day, told everyone who would listen that Enjolras was a nice, respectable young man who had asked for Grantaire’s hand in marriage nine years ago. 
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Lol apparently tom didn’t like Star at first XP didn’t suspect that. It seems like Tom’s dad is mewman and his mom a demon.It also seemed that Tom’s dad and river don’t like each other lol It was so cute when his mom was crying tears of joy. I’m still a starco fan though.

Dance with Me

Prompt: Dance with me

AN: Damian won :)

Words: 699

Fandom: DC


          You love the rain. You love the sound, the way it looks, and most of all the way it feels. For some reason water has always brought you comfort. You lived for those warm summer days where you could dive into the pool, run through a sprinkler, or jump into an oncoming wave. You refer to the water as your happy place.

          That’s why when the first drops of the storm start hitting your window, you immediately come awake. You press your face against the window, and goose bumps rise along your skin, at the contact of the cold glass. Your grin widens as a strike of lightning illuminates the sky.

          You don’t give it another thought, you dash as quietly as you can from your bedroom, and down the stairs. You’re careful to stay quiet as you slip out one of the sliding doors and onto the back deck.

          You go to the edge of the canopy, that is shielding you from the falling water, and hold out your hand. You can’t help but relax as the water hits your palm, somewhat cool for a fall rain.

          Another flash of lightning streaks across the sky.

          “You’re going to get yourself electrocuted.”

          You can’t help the little squeak that comes out of your mouth, at the sound of his voice. You turn to glare at your boyfriend, and your hands go to your hips. “Damian,” you hiss, “What in the world are you doing here at three in the morning?”

          He smirks. “I’m always out this late, comes with job.” Your eyes roam up and down his Robin uniform, before you cross your arms. He approaches you, and takes your hands in his. “I stopped by just to check on you. I know your parents are out of town for the next few weeks.”

          You smile. “That was very sweet of you.”

          He pulls you into him, and you snuggle into his warmth. He kisses your hair and asks, “So what are you doing up this early?”

          You smile at him. “Well, before you scared me half to death I was enjoying the rain.” There’s a moments of silence as his hand rubs up and down your arm before you say, “You know what I’ve always wanted to do?”

          “Go to Thailand?”

            “No … Well yes, but I meant in this moment?”

           “Make out?”

          You roll your eyes and swat his chest. “No, you hormonally charged teenage boy.”

          “Then I have no clue, what have you always wanted to do?”

          “Dance in the rain.”

          There’s a moment of silence before Damian simply says, “That was so much cornier than I expected.”

          You glare at him. “It’s not corny. That’s how my parents ended their first date. They’d gone out to this amazing dinner, and this storm rolled in. And instead of letting it ruin their night, my dad asked my mom to dance in the rain. She said that it was in that moment she knew she’d spend the rest of her life in love with my dad.”

          His eyes soften a bit at the story, and his arms slowly disappear from around you. He takes two steps back, and stares at you for a moment, before he goes into a gentleman’s bow. “May I have this dance?”

          A soft smile plays on your lips. “What happened to corny?”

          He looks up at you, never breaking his bow and says, “I want that moment. I want us to know that we’ll always love each other. So, dance with me … please.”

          You take his hand and as he straightens you say, “I knew I’d always love you that day you gave me your favorite sweatshirt, simply because you knew I loved it.”

          He smiles as he leads you out into the rain and sweeps you into a dance. “I’d give you the entire moon if it meant you’d be happy.”

          You dance in the rain that night, and the pounding of the rain becomes your song. And every time, a large rainstorm rolls in at night, for the rest of your life, Damian wakes you and simply says, “They’re playing our song, dance with me.”  

Hawaiian memories

A/N: I’m not using the gif or pictures.. but it’s obviously about harry playing tag with that adorable little girl and sitting at the table.. That gif made me feel so many things…my ovaries may or may not have exploded. Anywaaaaay…. I had to write it. I’m not sorry for it, I had to leave you with something. like and reblog and whatnot! enjoy!

all the love,

M.


You were feeling really happy and emotional at the same time.. The first time you and Harry went to Hawaii together, you found out that you were pregnant. all the two of you could do that day was cry, smile and harry giving kisses to your tummy. Now three years later, Hawaii was the mini vacation destination again. All of you were invited to a summer wedding in Hawaii… and of course your little one was coming along for the ride. 

This would be her first ever big vacation abroad. The flight went perfectly okay and she behaved really well.. The first few days you had all the time to just stroll around and looked at a few places. But all your little girl could ask was     ‘’ Mommy, Daddy… when are we going to see the lady in a pretty dress?’’ You and Harry looked at each other and smiled… ‘’ soon baby girl, the wedding is tomorrow’’. Back at the hotel you put the little one to bed and the both of you stayed awake for a bit longer. He was doing some work on his laptop and you were reading something about how to make great healthy meal. ‘’ She’s really obsessed with people getting married, isn’t she?’’ as he looked up to you and smiled. You nodded and winked back at him, ‘’ maybe it’s time for us to have that wedding then? since she’s all aware of people wearing pretty dresses and saying yes and such’’ Harry started nervously laughing…. ‘’ hah, yeah maybe.. who knows’’. After that the two of you went to bed, all because that little angel of yours would be up around 5 am. 

The next day everyone was getting dressed and doing their make-up. Harry helped you out with your dress, and well… you stared at him, because he looked drop dead gorgeous. ‘’ Mommy can i wear a bit of makeup please… you look very pretty.. doesn’t she daddy?’’.You answered your baby girl with a simple yes. So she got a little bit of clear lipgloss on and walked around like she wore so much. ‘’ LOOK DADDY, NOW I LOOK LIKE MOMMY’’ and he started laughing.. ‘’yes love, I’m so lucky to have two beautiful women in my life’’. When you arrived at the wedding, you chatted to a few people and said your hello’s.  Your little one found some other kids to play with, but when the ceremony started she sat neatly next to her dad. ‘’ how does she look princess?’’ as he watched his little girl look at the bride. He didn’t get a answer from her, which probably meant she was impressed. After the ceremony was done, you all were seated at a table for dinner. You wanted to send a picture to Anne and your own mom, so you asked a lady next to you to take a picture. When the photo was taken you looked at it and smiled. ‘’ look love, she only has eyes for you. Both of the grandma’s aren’t important enough to smile in to the camera’’ and both of you started laughing. ‘’ they are, but I know I’m more important. obviously.’’ and he started grinning. The evening was rather fun! there was a lot of music and happiness all around. Harry started dancing with the little one, on his feet. It’s something he does with her, when she wants to dance like mom and dad. But she can also throw some crazy shapes just like her dad, and they are definitely not afraid to show that. Around 1 AM the main party was over and the three of you went to bed. The next day there was a casual lunch, that all of you were also invited too. 

The lunch was going great so far. Both you and Harry had a chance to talk to people you didn’t see for a while. Harry was wearing a snapback again and was walking barefoot. To be honest the snapback was reminding you of years ago, when he used to wear one all the time. You were sitting down at the table and watch Harry run around with his daughter, having the time of his life. They were running around and fell down on the grass. Both of them started laughing really loud. It’s like having two little children to take care off, they weren’t drinking enough so you called them over. She drank a few sips of her water and harry took his champagne, and they ran around even more. You grabbed your phone and started filming them. ‘’ DADDY, let’s play tag now.’’ He agreed and played tag with her. You send the video you made to your mom and Anne. They would love to see Harry playing tag and being a wonderful loving father. 

As you looked up from your phone, you didn’t see Harry and your daughter anywhere. You got a little bit anxious, so you started to look for them. ‘’ Hi, have you seen Harry?’’ and the person shook their head. One of harry’s friends walked over to you and said you needed to walk over to the beach. As you walked over to the beach, you noticed some cute little hearts in the plants and trees. When you got at the beach you took of your shoes, and searched for Harry. After a few minutes of looking, you found Harry and your daughter, sitting on a rock. ‘’ HI MUMMY, YOU CAME!!’’ and ran over to you. ‘’ yeah love, I lost you for a second.’’ and hugged her really tight.

What is this harry? as you stood in front of him. He seemed a bit nervous, Harry was rarely nervous.’’ well, you know how we jokingly talked about marriage? because our little princess loves it. And that she’s old enough to realise what would happen?’’ You stood there nodding at what he was saying. ‘’uhm.. I wasn’t a joke for me. I’ve been planning and waiting for the right moment to ask. I love you with all my heart, and i couldn’t think of my life without you. All these years with you have been the best part of my life. You gave me the best thing in the world and made me a dad. A dad to this little girl… I know Hawaii holds a special place in your heart. It’s the place I first took you on our vacation, the place where we three years later found out we were going to be parents. I want to make this place even more of a memory..’’ As he was talking and saying all of these things, you softly started to cry. You weren’t a cryer but the things he was saying were so sweet. ‘’ you want to take this away little one?’’ as he looked over to your daughter. She walked over to you with a little box. and said to you ‘’ Mommy, daddy wants me and you to wear a pretty dress. Can we wear a pretty dress?’’ You looked at your daughter and smiled, and then you looked at Harry who didn’t seem nervous anymore. He looked.. relaxed. ‘’yes, yes.. yes we can wear a pretty dress. And we will wear a pretty dress’‘ 

The answer you gave made your daughter jump around and yelled at her dad ‘‘ DADDY DADDY WE CAN WEAR A PRETTY DRESS’‘. He looked over at you with the biggest smile you had ever seen. He picked you up and twirled you around. As you walked back to the lunch, you let Harry and your daughter walked ahead of you and smiled at the most beautiful sight.

This was another memory made in Hawaii.