Sunday, February 17, 2008

Daddy daughter date

It was the perfect end to a perfect night.
A slow song crooned from the DJ's speakers. Big sister's arms were wrapped around my neck, her legs around my waist as we glided cheek to cheek around the dance floor. "I love you daddy," she whispered, her eyes closed, a smile on her face.
It was the second year we attended the Daddy Daughter Date Night. Every year, the parks department throws a big dance right after Valentine's Day. For $17 they provide a corsage, a small gift, snacks and wonderful memories.
There's just something about watching a bunch of dads, with varying degrees of awkwardness, attempting the latest dance crazes. You can see the look of enjoyment and relief when the dance staples begin booming through the cafeteria -- YMCA, Chicken Dance, Mackarena, Electric Slide.

At other times you see little girls running from place to place, chased by various friends. Many dads are flinging their daughters through their legs, throwing them in the air and dipping them -- doing anything to hear that squeal of delight.
At the end of the day, I know there were a lot of exhausted daughters Saturday night, who were just happy to know their dads cared enough to spend 2-1/2 hours. Even if there were some awkward moments

1 comment:

DG said...

An absolutely cute idea! I so wish we had these things when I was young:)