Renesmee grabs my hand, and laughed so joyfully that the love filling me then overshadows eveyrthing. The pain. The hate. The resentment. Everything.

"Daddy, it's time!" she sings, and her chocolate brown eyes — so much like her mother's — are shining so brightly that it makes my heart clench as I remember the words I used to whisper to her when she was so small she could sit on my knee.

"You're eyes are my sun," I told her, and she blushed brightly, like her mommy always did. "Because they're so bright, and so happy."

"Then you're my sun, Daddy, because I love the sun a lot. And I love you, too, Daddy. But I love you more than the sun."

I'd laughed then, but I'd give just about anything to go back to the time when I was her world, her protector. I'd give anything to hold her on my knee again, or in my arms as she curled herself to me, her head buried in my chest as she slept on. I'd give anything to have my little girl back.

"Daddy, I love you," she whispers, and though sometimes I wish so badly to go back to the time when my baby was just that — a baby — I don't think I could give today up for anything.

Because she is so … so happy. Happier than I've ever seen her. And though today, for me, is so hard, I know it's the best day of Nessie's life.

And I couldn't take that away from her, no matter how much I may, in this moment, hate the man that she is smiling for.

Oh, with all that I've done wrong, I must of done something right.
To deserve her love every morning, and butterfly kisses …
I couldn't ask God for more, than this is what love is.
I know I gotta let her go, but I'll always remember…
Every hug in the morning, and butterfly kisses.

I walk slowly beside my baby girl, her hand in mine. And then we're at the alter, and I'm staring into the eyes of the man that I'm giving my Renesmee to.

"Jacob," I acknowledge, and he doesn't even look at me as he answers. Instead, he's staring at Renesmee, and the look on his face is completely absorbed. Completely happy. And so full of love.