Friday February 12th marked the second year of the Father/Daughter ball for our house. My girls have been counting down this day for months now.
We made sure the dresses were washed, tights fit, shoes were shiny, hair was done, makeup (yes, I said makeup. The girls got some shiny lip gloss, nail polish, a dash of power and a hint of eyeshadow.)was on, and of course dance was perfected.
The girls waited (I wish I could say patiently) for their daddy to come bursting through the door and whisk them away to an evening of square dancing, crafts, ice sculptures, and of course chocolate.
And that is exactly what he did.
The girls were more than pleased to pose for some photos of course practice their curtsies before being escorted by a handsome man to the ball.
The girls couldn't help but soak up the attention and were thrilled at the chance to love all over their daddy.
Dave told me the girls were elated when they arrived to church and couldn't wait to head in. Dave said Mattea immediately veered over to the craft table and by the time he looked back to see where Paloma was, she had already made a beeline to the stage and was up dancing with a bunch of strangers. Go figure.
They had plenty of friends to hang out with and dance with while the guys got a little male conversation in. Please excuse my daughter's dance moves. Not sure who taught her how to pull her dress up while shaking her booty.
There was plenty of time for socializing and fun - meeting new friends and hanging out with old one.
I made sure to be home when they arrived home. Paloma burst in through the door just yelling about all the fun they had. I don't even think I understood her first few words because she was so excited. They showed me their programs, their crafts, and of course their dance moves. They are lucky little girls to have such a wonderful and loving dad. Thanks Dave for taking our girls on one of the most memorable nights of their lives.