Dancing with My Daughter

This past weekend we turned our house into a jazz club for my father-in-law’s 70th birthday. During the family party, my heart was melted when I was dancing with my daughter.

We made our living room into a dance floor and put some cocktail tables around the outside of the room. The ceiling was covered with a number of balloons and streamers in the doorways. We put together a buffet table of finger foods in the dining room. Our front door was covered with a sign for the “70 70 Club” and you could only enter the club if you were 70 years old.

The club had an amazing “live” YouTube show of “The Life and Music of Dave Brubeck” at Lincoln Center. It was an amazing performance of music created by a jazz master played by an amazing band. During the performance we all began to dance and just enjoy the club.

We were all dancing and eventually I picked up my youngest daughter and we started dancing together. It was fun, but then I realized I’d never really danced with her before. I’d danced with my oldest daughter at functions and we’d had great fun, but this was a first for my youngest. Once I realized what the moment was it took on a whole new meaning and I consciously began to cherish it. I made it a point to dance the whole song with her and give her my full attention. When the song was over, I was almost sad.

I don’t know if she will even remember that dance but it has been written on my heart. I hope in the tapestry of her heart, this moment is woven into her that her daddy loves her.

This isn’t a long post today, but as I was thinking about what to write, Chantal mentioned I could write about that dance. I hadn’t thought about writing about it, but I’m glad I got to share this amazing moment with you all.

I’m not sure what I’ll write tomorrow, but it won’t likely be a moment as memorable as this.

Lord willing, I’ll see y’all tomorrow.