A wonderful moment between a father and his little girl, as the loud sirens of police cars and fire engines approached during our homecoming parade.
This is not my image. It was taken this summer by Keegan Adriance, the AY-MAY-ZING photographer for my oldest daughter’s wedding (http://gentandalady.com). I shared this on my personal Facebook page, but wanted to share it with my WordPress family as well. When the pictures were sent to us this one grabbed my attention and the words below are my reflections.
we danced under the stars that night
just like my heart danced
when i first held you
and the stars were singing then
as i sang my first lullaby for you
a father, daughter dance
we have been dancing
together
ever since i held
your tiny finger in my hand
i’d rather not let you go
but it’s alright
it’s okay
it seems the time has come
time to see you dance
and shine
oneness is your song
i’ll never forget
this father daughter dance
i’ll hum with the stars
as i watch you grow
dancing with your lover
Andrea
always remember
the stars are still singing
step into the story
of the dance
He is weaving
i am still holding you
i suppose in a way
in my heart
i’ll never stop dancing
the father, daughter
dance
Speaking of the bride to be (see previous post) here is our oldest daughter strolling along the shore of Jones Beach, NY, the summer we picked her up when she returned from The World Race. What is The World Race? Well, it was an opportunity that changed her life. If you like, you can read about it here. That’s all for now…the father of the bride is getting a little teary eyed…
I can remember saying this to each of my four children, when they were around two or three years old: “Now, you are going to stay this age, right? No more growing up. Just stay right here.” Of course none of them listened, and, even though the experience of watching your children grow is bittersweet, there is also the joy of loving them and relating to them as adults. This is my oldest daughter. One of our favorite things to do is go hiking at Starved Rock State Park. We hike, walk, and even as I enjoy her beauty and conversation, and, what she is doing in life, I still wish, just a little bit, that she (and the other three kids) was 2 or 3 again. I am blessed. Looking forward to more hikes Andrea.
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