Dances with Daughters

I am walking with a limp today. It isn't due to an old football injury or getting out of control on "the slopes" or even from my recent accident (more on that, later). On Friday night, I escorted my oldest daughter, Madeline, to our first Daddy-Daughter Dance. My big girl, who just turned 7 on Thursday, was decked out in a pretty jumper that had been hand made by her Mommy and I was in my dark blue suit, with a blue shirt and gold tie. Speaking objectively, I think we made quite the pair!

If you have never been to one of these events, you have missed the joy of loud music, some of which you have never heard before because you are too old or too sheltered, lots of little girls dancing in a fashion that make even me look good, and lots of screaming and running and all of it done in a little girl fashion. The lemonade was pink, the cookies store-bought and scarce (we had not eaten dinner due to some time constraints)and the hall, well, it was a hall. It was decorated with balloons, all pink, white and red, and slightly dimmed, and there were assorted carnations on the tables. A lot of the dancing Madeline did consisted of holding hands with her friends and spinning in circles until they were dizzy.

I did get to dance some with her, but I could tell she had never danced. And that's okay. It meant that anything I did wasn't too bad and she made me look good. I think she was a little overwhelmed when we danced because she and Papa just have not danced before. They did do a couple of songs that I knew. The "Hokey-Pokey" and the "Poultry Dance" (Chicken, duck, whatever) were ones that I was familiar with.

Anyway, for a man of my girth, this is pretty hard on the knees. So yesterday, when I woke up, my left leg had frozen. I suspect it's tendonitis and I'll have to see the doctor tomorrow. It hurts A LOT. And, I have to drive back to Iowa this evening.

Still, it made my little girl happy and we had some special time together.

It was worth it.

Thanks for reading!