Over the weekend, SB and her Daddy went to their first Father/Daughter Dance. They had a wonderful time together...dinner and dancing and a very precious moment on the dance floor. The DJ played the song "Cinderella" by Steven Curtis Chapman as a slow dance. While she danced with her daddy, SB began to cry. My husband asked her why she was crying and she said, "I love you, Daddy. Thank you for bringing me to the dance. It's special to me." Oh, did I mention you might need a kleenex - sorry. She is so sweet and able to express her emotions and how she feels about the people she cares about in a way that I still am unable to accomplish. I look at the young lady she is becoming and I'm sooooo full of pride but at the same time so very sad that my "little girl" is changing into a "little lady" followed all to quickly by the "young woman". All to soon, she's gone from being this little "peanut" to this wonderful, talented, beautiful 8 year old and I find myself being a little sad that the "season" is changing. I pray that she has wonderful memories and that she'll remember them when she is a teen and hating me because I won't let her ride in a car with a bunch of her friends or let her stay out past 10:00 p.m. I hope that she'll still want me to lay with her at night - recapping the day's events of just snuggling up together. Oh, "if I could save time in a bottle..."
I love you sweet daughter of mine!
