Last night was the annual father/daughter dance at Tabitha’s school. It’s one of the highlights of my year–fortunately, it’s one of hers as well.
The other dads warned me that as the girls get older they quit dancing with dad and start dancing with each other in riotous packs. So you can imagine how pleasantly surprised I was when Tabs danced virutally every dance with me.
As we were leaving at the the end of the evening I said to her, “Wow Tabs, we danced almost every dance together!” And my daughter responded, “Dad, that’s why they call it the father/daughter dance and not the daughter/friends dance.”
Life is good.