I was driving and heard on the radio the annual Father-Daughter Ball. Sold out. Every year it's sold out. It's the warmest thing you could hear on this frosty, light snowy day.
My dad loved to dance with me; I think he loved it more than dancing with anyone else, even with my mom. He used to let me twirl and twirl until I get so dizzy...and we call the twirling: 'round n round around Mars' - don't really know why Mars.
And when I get dizzy, he let me hop on his big feet because he is a very tall man, and we sway and sway until my dizziness fades away.
I lost my dad when I was 13. I never got to dance again with anyone like that. He loved playing the song, Moon River while we dance. He said that this is our special song. I never got to dance Moon River again. I stopped listening to it when he passed away.
And as a special notice to all the dads out there in EP...dance with your daughters...dance like you'll never dance again. Your daughters, like me, will always keep this memory in our hearts...will forever appreciate the gesture...will ever love this moment.
I miss my dad.
I miss our dance.
I miss Moon River.