Tax Prof Dancing Through the Years

I 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.)

As the night wore on (and I was gasping for breath), I kept thinking about Steven Curtis Chapman's wonderful Cinderella song:

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.)