On Saturday, February 25, I had the privilege to escort my 8 year-old daughter to the Annual Father Daughter Dance at Grayson Elementary School. This is one of our favorite nights of the year, and we actually count down the days and hours until the big event. We bought my daughter, Jessie, a new dress with matching shoes. She had her hair cut, styled and curled. I bought her a corsage for her wrist. I wore my light grey suit and picked a purple tie to match her dress. We met at a friend’s house before the dance and had our pictures professionally taken by www.375photography.com. We quadruple dated with 3 other little girls and their dads. We told the girls that we would take them to ANY restaurant they wanted, and price was not an issue. They unanimously chose Chick-Fil-A.
When we arrived to the dance promptly at 7:00PM, the first thing Jessie wanted to do was visit the dessert bar provided by Special Kneads and Treats. She could not wait to dip strawberries and marsh mellows into the chocolate fountain. She’s a girl after my own heart. After loading up on chocolate and sweets, we went to the dance being held in the school gym. Jessie loves to dance. She danced with her girl friends. She danced with her dad. She danced by herself. I wish you could have seen her through my eyes. Jessie loves life. She has no inhibitions, and she cares very little about other people’s opinions. She is perfectly imperfect.
When Jessie and I dance together, she loves to twirl under my hand. She loves to twist into my body, lie into my arms, and fall backwards for a big dip. Then, she puckers up and kisses the air in my direction. We repeated this dance move dozens of times in the course of the two-hour event.
We did the chicken dance. We did the cha-cha slide. We did the whip and nae nae. And we danced to many other songs that Jessie knows all the words to because she has an older teenage sister. In fact, this is my ninth Father Daughter Dance. I got to escort my older daughter, Julia, to six Father Daughter Dances. She misses them and is jealous of her little sister.
The Father Daughter Dance is one of those moments that fathers and daughters will cherish our entire lives. When Jessie and I were slow dancing to the song, Cinderella, Jessie got tears in her eyes. She said they were happy tears. She said that she never wants to grow up. By the time the clock struck 9:00, Jessie was completely spent. She left it all on the dance floor. Of course, we hit the chocolate fountain again on the way out the door. Her dad has a hook up with the owners of Special Kneads and Treats.
On the ride home, Jessie said that it was the “Best Day Ever”. She also said that I was “the best daddy that she could ever want”. Not that I am a crier or anything, but this brought moisture to my eyes. Jessie and I only have two more Father Daughter Dances together, and then, she is off to the big middle school.
Words cannot express how much I love my baby girl. Words cannot express how much I love all three of my kids. I have a unique bond and special memories with each of them. The faster they grow up, the more I cherish every opportunity I have to spend with them. When my son calls from college, I pick up the phone. When my older daughter asks me to play tennis with her, I drop whatever I’m doing and I play with her.
Do you know that we have a Heavenly Father that loves us? In fact, God loves us more than we can imagine. Jesus said, “If you, then, though you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give good gifts to those who ask him (Matthew 7:11)!” It’s hard to believe, but God loves us even more than we love our kids.
I want you to know that no matter who you are or what you’ve done, God loves you unconditionally. If you’ve never experienced his love, you can come to know him through faith in Jesus. If you already know Jesus, let me encourage you to spend time with your Heavenly Father.