Sunday, January 15, 2012
So my 2 year old loves to dance ballet. We press the pre-recorded piano music on the piano and she gets on her tutu, her leg warmers...her hair in a bun...and daddy...well, daddy in tights.
We dance and jump and skip and giggle and it is profound. Why? Because I see an eternal God that will continue to WOW me...for eternity. Yep...a small step to dance, or you could say leap, and the look on my daughters eyes, brings me to tears of laughter. Oh...I love her so much. My Father God...he longs to dance with me, for me to take moments and come to him and say...Daddy...ballet? But I get caught up in adult things...like paying bills, going to work, cleaning the house, watching TV, and all the while Daddy is waiting for me to say..."Daddy, I need you, want you, and won't you dance with me today!"
Strange a 45 year old man...thinking of daddy ballet...but it is really profound when you think about it.
I can't wait till I get home...5 more sleeps...and then daddy ballet...with the most beautiful 2 year old around. Phoebe...daddy loves you!
Dad's...if you haven't danced with your daughter...there's no time like the present.