In a word – magical.
It was the annual ‘Spring Daddy/Daughter Dance’ at Beechnau Elementary School. My dates were the lovely five-year-old twins, Brooke and Paige Veen. I was looking forward to it, but I had a pretty good idea that it would be a couple of guys leaning on the gym walls, talking about landscaping and politics, while their daughters hung out in front of the DJ talking and, occasionally, dancing. I was fully prepared to be the only dork on the dance floor, because, honestly, I don’t care what the other dads think of me, I was going for my girls, and if they wanted to dance, well, what choice would I have in the matter.
I was completely wrong.
The place was packed with wall to wall men dancing with their little girls under the colored lights and disco ball. Every man wore a tie and every little girl had her hair done and held a fresh carnation. The way these men focused on their little angels, like nothing else existed in whole wide world, just made my heart warm over. Like I said – it was magical. Every little girl dreams of being a princess and being swept away by her prince, and that night, every single one of them had their dream come true. I hope they all grow up and meet men who treat them with as much honor and respect as that room full of men – God knows they deserve it.
Nowadays, we’re all kind of jaded when it comes to the quality of fathering in our society, but what I saw that night gave me hope. I don’t know how well these guys parent at home, but at least for one night, their daughters got to be the most special thing in the universe. At least precious, wholesome memories were made.
I know the twins had a wonderful time, and you can tell that I did too. I do have to tell you that instead of dancing, they mostly just each grabbed a hand and ran around in a circle until I thought I would throw up.
They pooped out doing the ‘Macerena’ and we went home happy.