Last weekend I attended my first ever father-daughter dance. It was organized by volunteers and the St. Peter School teachers. Where did my seven-year old learn to dance slow music? She tried to lead most of the times, even when I had to carry her or when she stepped on my shoes.
All fathers wore suits that complemented but were no match to their daughters' dresses. Daughters ranged from young toddlers to teen aged girls. Some fathers had to dance with more than one daughter at the same time. What a pleasure that most have been...!
In the back, families could have their pictures taken. I am crazy to see these pictures and share them with my relatives. It was fun to see Mrs. Kursonis doing the chicken dance. I'm sorry Mrs. Cunningham did not attend.
I thank Luke, Maeve's father, for introducing me to so many friends and helping my daughter feel so welcomed in this country.
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