April 25, 2010
Tax Prof Dancing Through the YearsI returned home yesterday from a week-long trip with my daughter visiting colleges for their "admitted student" days. We went to a father-daughter/mother-son dance at her high school last night. It was a great time, kicking up my heels for the first time in decades. (Luckily, dancing is apparently like riding a bicycle -- once the muscle memory kicked in, I was able to (with apologies to Prince) party like its 1979. If anyone from ABC's Dancing with the Stars is reading this blog: I'm available.)
So I will dance with Cinderella
While she is here in my arms
'Cause I know something the prince never knew
Oh I will dance with Cinderella
I don't want to miss even one song
'Cause all too soon the clock will strike midnight
And she'll be gone.
My daughter indeed will be gone in four short months, and I couldn't stop thinking that the next time I dance with her will be at her (hopefully far-off) wedding. (We tried to get the DJ last night to play the song that I have tortued her with since she was a little girl -- Bob Carlisle's sweet but hokey Butterfly Kisses --but he looked at us like we were from another planet.)
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I can't picture "losing" two children in as many years. Perhaps you would like to adopt one of mine?
Posted by: mike livingston | Apr 25, 2010 9:05:54 PM
Stop making me cry.
Posted by: Pete Terranova | Apr 26, 2010 6:19:04 AM
You're a great dad.
Posted by: Woody | Apr 26, 2010 11:45:10 AM