Dancin' with Daddy

If you've read my blog more than once, you have probably noticed the mention of the girlie's that I share my life with, get to call my daughters, and get to be called Mama by:  Addison, Parker and Libby. 

I can summarize all of their personalities.  Addison and Parker have characteristics that flow and compliment the other in a beautiful symphony of interdependent parts.  However, Libby is my contrast in terms.  While she is strong-willed, independent, self-sufficient, always right ... she is also tender and fragile and expresses her need to be loved ... a lot.

Addison is gone.  Not for good, I would be a pile on the floor.  No, she is in Budapest for rehearsals for an honor choir.  That means, Parker steps into role of first-born and Libby ... well Libby stays the same.

Blame it on the snow (yep, it's coming down) or the fact that Addison is away (she loves her big sis) or the fact that her chocolate muffin was gone ... whatever the reason, she needed her Daddy this morning. 

Part of our morning routine involves Chris picking the morning music to rally the girls.  This morning it was a playlist of David Gates and Bread.  The girls love ... LOVE ... these songs.  One song in particular struck a cord with Libs.  She came up to her Daddy and asked if they could share a dance.

Still small enough to hold but big enough for her arms and legs to hang off him like an awkward rag doll, he picked her up and they had a dance ... in the kitchen ... right in the middle of the morning routine.

I can't say anything more. 

As a grown woman ... probably more like Libby than I'd like to admit ... a contrast in terms ... I find myself often in need of a Daddy.  A Daddy that will pick me up and dance with me right in the  middle of life. 

Learning to dance,
Christina