May 17, 2009

• Dancing with my Daddy

  Before I was married, whenever I pictured my wedding day, I always pictured myself dancing with my dad – doing a graceful waltz, in fact.  For awhile though I wasn’t sure I’d ever even get married (being called to be a missionary and all, it seemed doubtful that I would find a partner of like calling and like heart), let alone have that special dance with my father.  However, three years ago, I found myself on a little wood dance floor, floating on air with my daddy (and ok, well, tripping a little on my long gown as well).

  Here is never-before-seen-footage (courtesy of Mark C.):

  I was reminded of this dance this weekend as I watched my cousin dance with her fiance to rehearse for their wedding — and my dad and mom took to the floor and showed us all how it’s really done. 

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