Jayna and I recently attended our first Daddy & Daughter Dance, and the sheer cuteness of the experience killed me. I’m dead now. The End.
OK, so I didn’t actually die … but a part of my heart did … because it occurred to me, as I was escorting her from my car to the dancehall, that she will someday go to a dance with a boy, and when that day comes, she will likely remember very little, if anything, about the night that her Daddy gave her a corsage that her Mommy made, or that he got the D.J. to play her favorite Justin Bieber song, or that he danced with her as many times as she’d let him, or that he marveled at what a beautiful and amazing little girl his daughter is, or that they had the most wonderful time they’ve ever had together, or that, during the car ride home, she told him it was the best night of her entire life.
But that’s OK … because I’ll never forget it.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I seem to have something in my eye.