Another Step Closer to Heartbreak

A few weeks ago my daughter came home from school with a flier for our town’s annual Daddy-Daughter Dance. Ali had been tipped off about the event at church earlier in the year, as Hadley’s Sunday school teacher was commenting how this year would be the first opportunity for the youngest of her four daughters who happens to be Hadley’s classmate. So, in some sense I knew I was doomed for a few months. Yet, nothing could quite prepare me for my three year-old chirping from her car seat that she really wanted to me to take her to the dance, that she was old enough, that she was “free and a big girl, and if you were free you were old enough to go.”

Photo: Ready for the Dance Photo: Father Daughter Dance 2011

Needless to say there was little doubt that this would be the first of many yearly expeditions with my lovely lass to the occasion. Despite any misgivings that I might have had about how young my daughter is and how I wish I could slow time just a little, Ali eased my anxiety and it became inevitable.

The next day, I arrived home with my daughter proclaiming how beautiful her new dress was, and how it was her favorite colors. Of course, the dress was already an essential part of what she what she was looking forward to about the evening. Her original plea even included, “I just want to go to the dance with you, Daddy, and wear a beautiful dress, and dance with you, and have Mommy paint my nails. I am not too little, Daddy.” As a result the heartbreak that has been well underway since the day she arrived in the world, cracked a little bit more even before we left for the dance.

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Of course the day finally arrived last weekend. Even though there was a little chill in the air, we were able to get a couple of quality pics without too much trouble. As expected, Hadley wasn’t long for the actual dance. In fact, after a about forty-five minutes, she determined that it was far too loud. Perhaps more than anything she was ready to go to Friendly’s which was the plan for ending the evening.

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So, our first dance turned out to be a quite a treat, complete with a chocolate dipped Peep sundae. Hadley was keen to make sure all the toppings were thoroughly sprinkled on the scoops of ice-cream. More than anything, I got the ultimate seal of approval when she offered to share the Peep with me, no small matter in the least.

April Fool’s, Joke’s on New England

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Well April arrived in New England with a sense of humor, as a small snowstorm moved in overnight, leaving us with about four inches of heavy snow to welcome spring. Fortunately, it did not cause too much trouble and it was well expected for a few days. It was an awfully pretty drive into work to be sure. Everything had the look of being dusted with a decent amount of powdered sugar.

It did, however, make for the best packing snow of the season. So, Hadley finally got to make a snowman or, in this case, a snow woman. She has been asking all winter. Every time she awoke to new snow she desperately wanted to make a snowman or have a snowball fight. Yet no previous snowfalls had left us with quality packing snow, until today.

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Needless to say the kids quite enjoyed the day. Plus, it was not terribly cold, so they could get some quality playing in for the day, at least until they got too wet. Apparently, Fritz was the first one to have enough and proceeded to wait by the door, which ended the fort building festivities.

Photo: Dining Together on Radioactive Snow Photo: Snow Fort

Still, fun was had by all and it will likely be the last of the snow for the season. The temperature is supposed to rise nearly to the fifties in the next couple of days. Even by the end of the night quite a bit had already melted.

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