Due to one health problem after another this past two months, I have not been able to blog. Today, seems like the perfect day to make my come back. It is Father’s day back in America. My mother sent me a picture today of me with my father before my senior prom 13 years a go, in Germany.
As I look at this picture, I remember not only the prom, but od all the dances with my father. Even at my senior prom, the last dance went to daddy. No matter who I went to a dance with or who my date was, I always saved the last dance for daddy. He would pick me up from the dance and dance with me in front of all my friends. Others might have been embarrassed to dance with their fathers at that tender age, but I was always proud of who my father was. I remember when I was 16, at my first dance at a new school I came alone without any friends. It was a bit of a depressing affair. Right on time, my father shows up to share that special dance with me. Other girls looked on jealously and told me later that I must have a special relationship with my father! I am not a good dancer, actually! I laugh as I remember my father telling me to “relax and not be so stiff. I reminded him of dancing with a broom or a pogo stick”, but the way I danced did not matter so much to me as the moment. It has been a while since I danced with my father, but my future husband may have to wait at times. I will always save the last song, the last dance for daddy! Happy Father’s Day Pop!