CONGRATS!!!
You do know what causes that now, right?
You've got a few years to practice this and get it really right on.
WHen the young lout shows to take your princess out on a date, tell him to sit on the couch. Sit down beside the horny lil bastard, put your arm around his shoulder and say in your best mean voice and with your meanest "war-face".
"Son, anything you even think about doing to MY daughter, I'm GOING to do to YOU!"

"Have nice evening"
Once upon a time in the west, my best friend Rufus's, daughter decided it was time to marry a real piece of shit.

My friend, myself and his four brothers decided we'd take the lad out to our private shooting range. We fooled around with this and that, making lots of noise and smoke. The kid thought he was a tough guy. Rufus gave the signal and I pulled my trusty old "peacemaker" and stuck it right between that boy's eyes and "eared" the hammer back. The four clicks that things makes sounded VERY loud. I told him if ever laid a hand a hand on that girl in anger, that he never hear the last sound that psitol made before he met his maker. His eyes were big a saucers and the rest of the group said word to the effect that I didn't kill him, they would.
He faded out the picture pretty quick after that.

He decided that maybe he wasn't ready to get married after all.
Amanda found her a good feller to get hitched to and things are going well for her and hers.
Enjoy the good times, they'll be gone before you know it.
