Last night was another edition of one of my favorite nights of the year, the daddy daughter dance. There's something downright magical about going to a daddy/daughter dance with my daughter. I get to see all the sweetness, joy, happiness and love that makes her magnificent.
As I would expect she spent time with her friends. But she asked me tons of times to come out and dance with her (and I danced with her a few times even without the invite....). And yes, there was one song that I danced to by myself. (It's called Thrift Shop by Macklemore and it ROCKS!!!!)
It was high octane young girls totally fun and screaming energy at times which was great to be around. There is something almost inspirational about seeing them just goofing off having a ton of fun with relatively less self-consciousness without the boys around. They just sink into being themselves.
The big payoff was when they played Daughters by John Mayer. My daughter wrapped her hands around me and leaned into my body. It felt like she completely surrendered to my love, protection, understanding, reliability, appreciation and all the other things that make being her dad feel so good.
When I felt that my heart grew 10x. I felt totally accepted because with all of my faults and mistakes I'm me. I felt totally appreciated because with all of my goofiness and affection I'm me. I'm Zoe's dad and she's my daughter.
I felt a surge of emotions that nearly had me in tears on the dance floor.
I told a friend that night that I often think that Zoe is everything to me and sometimes I'm not sure that's the best thing. I can feel it being too much when I realize I only have 2 more of these dances for us until high school.
But last night I dove into that feeling that this happy and amazing girl who has faults like everyone else is everything to me and I accept and love her for everything that she is, no need to change. It felt so pure and real. And something about that made all of the other stuff that I let distract me in life just fade away.