It was one of those weeks where fitting in ONE.MORE.THING. was going to hurt. But Monday night at club, when the girls suddenly realized it was the week that AHG was having it’s Father-Daughter dance, they each turned and looked at me with hope-filled, beseeching eyes. I had completely forgotten about it coming up.
Out came my cell phone, quick call to Daddy, “Could you, maybe, possibly, squeeze in a night of dancing… this Thursday. Like three days away?”
John’s reply was, “Do my girls want to go dancing?”
I admitted, “Oh. Yes,” sigh, “yes.”
Out came my cell phone, quick call to Daddy, “Could you, maybe, possibly, squeeze in a night of dancing… this Thursday. Like three days away?”
John’s reply was, “Do my girls want to go dancing?”
I admitted, “Oh. Yes,” sigh, “yes.”
Somehow we got a dish-to-pass made. We found dresses. Nan ironed them. I braided one head. John found a plaid shirt. Then picked up a baby with a leaky diaper and got stained. Found another plaid shirt. It needed a button. He sewed on another button while I braided another head. And they stopped long enough for a picture before running out the door with huge smiles. And yes, a little lipstick and blush.
While they didn’t get any pictures of either girl WITH Daddy… they all assured me they got lots of turns dancing with him.
Dayspring Disciples 