So I haven’t posted an update in a while…a long while. I think last time it was before Christmas. I have a big update I keep meaning to post but like everyone, things just get away from me. In the mean time, I wanted to quickly show photos from the Father/Daughter Dance which was last weekend. Every year the Knights of Columbus chapter from our church puts on a Father/Daughter Dance right around Valentine’s Day. The girls really look forward to it! Matt took all of his lovely ladies. Here he is with the three middles getting ready to head out the door:
Loving on daddy:
His arms are big enough to fit at least two more in that hug. Well, 3 really, but you know…
I crashed the party and brought Valencia just as things were wrapping up and the last 2 songs were playing. She’s a daughter too you know! Matt told me Mae ran around like a crazy the entire time and he was chasing her as usual. The bigger girls danced their hearts out. Most of the other kids there were cousins!
Trina, Analise and Gabby:
Rockin’ out (Lencia was taking notes):
This is my favorite photo but dangit, in my haste the focus was on daddy’s head and not her sweet, sweet face. Just LOOK at that look. Melt a mama’s heart already.
Gabby can make Lencie smile any time of day (well, most people can, Lencie loves to giggle!):
Swirly, twirly gumdrop Gabby, compliments of a NEW, sparkly dress from Auntie Laura:
Laura took Gabby overnight the night before and shopping the day of the dance in order to celebrate Gabby’s baptism ‘birthday’. How sweet is that!? They scored wonderful deals at the Outlet Mall (CLEARANCE TIME!!) and Gabby was over-the-moon about spending special time with her Auntie. Bonus that it involved shopping 😉
Papa calls this type of dress a “Pufferbelly”, you can clearly see why:
Some of daddy’s sweethearts (Mae was chasing her balloon):
Valencia was at my mom’s when Matt first left and Wyatt was at Laura’s so I was home alone cleaning like a madwoman. I am never home alone. I stood there paralyzed for about 2 minutes wondering what I should tackle first. Frantic, almost and trying to decide how to get as much as possible done while I had two free hands to do it. As I was scurrying about I stopped and picked up Laurencia’s photo and the tears poured out. She wasn’t at the dance with her daddy. Dangit. At least not the way we wish she could be. I looked at her perfect skin, her perfect hands. I tried to remember how they felt. I imagined how it would feel to hold her again. I don’t usually do that because it hurts too much and then I cry. But since I was alone I just let it out and then got back to work. Truth is, she was there with her daddy too, she is always with her daddy. He wears this every day.
I never stop thinking about her. I’m not sad all of the time but I do miss her every second, still. She is her Father’s Daughter just like the other girls and I just know she’s dancing in heaven. And probably wearing a pufferbelly dress, too.