Daddy/Daughter dances are precious.
When the military base offered one, I knew Tom and Natalie had to go.
Natalie was excited too.
I swear, she was!
My husband was too, despite his face. He rarely smiles in photos. He has what is known as "bitch resting face."
And Natalie got a corsage, which she was pleased about:
They went to the dance.
Tommy and I went to Chili's and proceeded to pig out.
We finished it off with the cinnamon sugar molten cake. And yes, it's delicious!
I asked Tom to please take photos and send them to me. Tom rarely takes photos with his phone. He doesn't get the point. "I'll remember it in my head." NO TOM! Take PHOTOS! So I kept hounding him and he sent me this:
He knows what excites me.
I was like, "How do they taste?" and received no answer. He's not much of a texter either.
Then I was like, "Can I get photos of our daughter? How is she?"
Ten minutes went by.
Then Tom sent this:
Natalie was not shy to dance.
Tom said they played a lot of Frozen songs. He said the men groaned.
Still, he had fun with his little girl.
And on the base page, there was a photo of Natalie singing with her friend.
Yes, it was a Frozen song.
The only flub of the night was that Cinderella never showed up. She was supposed to make an appearance at the dance, but something happened, and no Cinderella.
Natalie was concerned that she was hurt.
She wasn't too upset, because I told her we could see Cinderella when we go to Disney World in March.
AND Tom brought me home a cupcake, which I proceeded to shove into my mouth.
It was tasty.
Natalie wants to go to another dance. She says maybe one day I'll get to attend one with her.
"But I prefer my Daddy," she said apologetically. "He can lift me up and spin me. You say it makes your bones hurt."