Our little Chele Grace is Cinderella tonight (February 14th). She is holding on tight in her father’s arms dancing to a song that leaves me crying like a baby every time it plays (Cinderella – By: Steven Curtis Chapman).
I have had the best Valentine’s Day yet. Ours was different this time; instead of going out with my husband, he got to take our little girl to a father/daughter dance for her American heritage girls‘ program. But I had the joy of watching this magical moment. Of course it started with flowers from daddy early on, something my husband started doing 2 years ago; (our daughter’s reaction, priceless). She loves receiving flowers from her guy/her daddy. She wanted to make sure she was a little lady for him, so we did take time getting her hair done, asked me to help get her nails trimmed, a shower so she could smell good and yes she asked if she could steal mommy’s valentine for the evening and I said yes! So Daddy was her man for the evening and she was so proud to show him off.
Watching them dance together brought on a whole lot of emotions but also left me praying; Praying for that man that will one day steal her father’s dance. Praying for her heart as she grows to understand her worth in Christ and how that plays out in who gets to have that dance someday. To know that when someone loves her, they will wait no matter what!, they will put her first before themselves, they will treat her like a queen. And yes even after years have gone by, they will still ask for that dance only to show her off as their one and only (something my wonderful husband still does after almost 9 years of marriage).
I believe that one day when the right time comes and the right person comes along, our little girl will happily give that dance away and her daddy will have to let go which is perfectly okay by me (not saying it will be easy). And my daily prayer will be for that guy to love her as Christ has loved the church, to assure and protect her, to encourage her in her walk with Christ, to forgive her when she needs forgiveness, to respect and walk every single day with her as they both seek to honor God.
A mother’s heart as she watches those little hands so safe in her father’s arms. It’s priceless to me; it’s magical and it’s beautiful.
Today it’s her father’s dance, even though tomorrow the dance may be another man’s.