Daddy-Daughter Dance 2019
Nate here. You need to know that back in the day, I was not into dancing. At high school and church dances, I was completely mortified at the thought of grooving out to the fast songs, so I sat or stood around until the slow songs came along and I could wipe my sweaty palms on my trousers and ask some girl to dance. In other words, I was lame.
At BYU I tried to break out of this. I took a tap dancing class (yes, this is a fact), and after Michelle and I got married, we took a social dance class. Both classes pulled my GPA down. In social dance, I believe Michelle got an A and I got a B.
It's taken being a dad to help me cut loose. These days, I like nothing better than a dance party in the basement or an impromptu dance party during the closing credits of the Friday night movie, jamming out to "Duh-Dut and Dance" (that's our censored version of "Shut Up and Dance") or the Coco soundtrack. You should really listen to "Jálale" - it's our current jam.
Note that I did not say I've improved as a dancer. I'm terrible. This is actual footage of me dancing:

Except not as rhythmical. But I don't care nearly as much as I used to.
All that is a long-winded introduction to last Friday, when I got to take my two beautiful elementary-aged girls to the Daddy-Daughter Dance at the school. I don't know how we've missed this over the years, but they both got REALLY excited about this one, and that got me excited too.
We got all gussied up, took pics, and we were off.
(Bryn didn't really want to wait in the long line to meet the princesses, but she was a good sport because she knew how excited Leah was.)
Can't wait for next year!











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