Last night, my first-born baby went on her first date.
It was with her daddy, who courted her very kindly.

She was thrilled with her pink flower and
that her big sister straightened her hair and helped her with lip gloss and perfume.
(The dress & tiara are pretty much a daily thing).

Some say she looks like me when I was a child,
but it’s hard to believe I was ever this beautiful.
She kinda takes my breath away.

Making the night a little extra sweet (and nostalgic) was the thought that “just” 13 years ago,
Rod was taking his first-born baby girl to the same dance when she was 4!


My husband is the father of 3 daughters…three that he will date until it’s time
for them to go with their husbands. I am grateful that, like me, my girls have
a daddy who lets them know how special they are.
(My dad, in his love for my girls, forgets once in awhile –
but with his knowing smile, doubles back to remind me:
I was his girl first. And how blessed I am for that!)

…special, indeed!
*KK, Paige, & I had our own date, with snacks, a few friends,
and for our sweetly-crazy youngest daughter, plenty of pink make-up,
which, of course, she applied herself.

So I will dance with Cinderella
While she is here in my arms
‘Cause I know something the prince never knew
Oh, I will dance with Cinderella
I don’t want to miss even one song…
’cause all too soon the clock will strike midnight,
but I know, the truth is,
the dance will go on.
– Steven Curtis Chapman

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