A VERY late Daddy Daughter Dance Post

I am almost too embarrassed to post this.  Somehow, two months ago, in the hustle and bustle of daily life, this event got lost in the shuffle.  My OCD mind debated not posting it, seeing as it is totally out of order, but my Mom heart took over, especially after I read the sweet post Jordan wrote to accompany the pictures that commemorated the event.  

So, with no further ado, (besides the two months that I forgot to post this), I give you, The Daddy Daughter Dance (as told by Jordan (Daddy)) - 

In February, I went on my first date with someone not named Kelly in 12 years.  I was lucky enough to take my daughter Isla to the daddy daughter dance at our gym.  I put on a suit, while Isla got ready in her finest dress, and we headed towards the dance.  When we got to the parking lot Isla was amazed at the sight of a horse and carriage and asked “can we ride it daddy?”  I assured her that was on the schedule but first we needed to get in and dance.  We walked into the gymnasium and saw dim lights, strobe lights, craft tables, and the dance floor.  (flashes of my first middle school dance popped in my head).  Isla was eager to cut a rug, showing her “moves.”  We danced, both slow and fast, and then Isla wanted to make a craft.  As we walked towards the table every member of the Lifetime staff said hello to Isla, this didn’t surprise me, as Isla has never met a stranger, and when she goes to the day care I am certain she talks to every adult who will listen.  The craft of choice was sticker letters that you could use to write a message to Daddy.  Isla made me a very special card, gave it to me and said she loved me.  

Shortly after that Isla really wanted to ride the horsey.  We waited in a short line, and we were on the carriage.  Isla was more than excited and we rode around the parking lot.  When we got done Isla said she wanted to go get ice-cream.  We were done with the dance and on our way to “the ice cream place by HEB” as Isla says.  We usually go to frozen yogurt places but Isla discovered actual ice cream tastes better, so tonight we dined at Baskin Robbins.  Isla got her usual “Ba-nilla with sprinkles” and I got strawberry, we sat alone in the Baskin Robbins eating and when we were done I said it was time to go home.  Isla said “I don’t wanna” and when I asked what she wanted to do, her answer made me tear up;  “I wanna sit here and talk daddy.”  Her wish was my command.  We sat and talked about school, her friends, and things I did when I was a little boy.  It was a great evening and I look forward to next year’s dance, and fear the days when she is too old for this…

Sigh… I think my heart just burst!