Every time I hear the song “Summertime Blues” fond memories of dancing with my dad come to mind.
The chink of the quarter dropping into the jukebox. Pressing the familiar buttons, queuing up the song. As the first notes hit the speakers he'd take my little hand in his, guiding me along. Twisting, twirling, be-boppin' along.
It's no wonder I looked forward to our Father-Daughter dance at my wedding, though we danced to “Butterfly Kisses” instead. A song that almost always makes me cry, yet my dad made me laugh.
Throughout my life, my dad has been my rock. Always accepting and encouraging me. Cheering me on when things went well, comforting me when they did not.
And when I hear my daughter say, “dance with me daddy” I can't help but smile, knowing the memories she is creating with her dad. A man just as special as my own father.
Take my hand Daddy, so I can walk like you.
Take my hand Daddy, so I can follow you.
Take my hand Daddy, so I can dance with you.
Time to let go of my hand Daddy, so I can say… ‘I do.'
Darcy lives outside of Milwaukee, Wisconsin with her husband, their 8 year old daughter, 6 year old son, two cats, and a rescue dog. She loves to share kids crafts, simple recipes, and parenting tips to help other moms. She's passionate about education (which is why she is a PTO board member and Box Tops Coordinator) and all things babies. Darcy loves purple, geek culture, and making an ordinary life feel extraordinary. She and her family enjoy exploring Wisconsin and planning local adventures. Author of Breastfeeding 101: Beauty in Breastfeeding, available on Amazon. Her writing has also been featured on Babble, CafeMom, and Mom.me.