A DANCE WITH MY FATHER…Or Grandfather!  By Lori A Alicea

Every bride remembers…

Every bride remembers the moments, the details, the highlights, the princess day she dreamed as a child playing in real time, filling up her album of memories as a grown woman on her wedding day, so a bride might hold them, cherish them, and reminisce over them for a lifetime.Cumbee USE 5

Yes, every bride remembers…

Every bride remembers the man who loved her first during the milestone dance with her father, replaying their rehearsals for this day when a little girl followed tippy-toe to the music on her daddy’s feet, a man who held tight to the hands and child in his arms all those years of his daughters growing up.

Dad dancing with his daughter

A bride remembers…

A bride remembers and dares not forget the Princess Dance her father escorted her to…

Where a wrist corsage of roses befitting royalty is presented…

Where a little girls twirl captures the beauty of her princess self and daddy’s attention, whose words of her loveliness causes the seeds of a father’s affirmation to take root and bloom into the daughter’s womanhood.

Where the pages of a magical event is written for the two of them, a storybook for their eyes only to remain under lock and key and tucked inside the jewelry box of a daughter’s impressionable heart forever.

A bride remembers…

A bride remembers another dance not with her father, but grandfather she affectionately adores.

The ambiance of the princess castle captures the awe of a little girl’s attention as when she attended the dance with her father.

While though a Daddy Daughter Dance is presented for daughters and daddy’s who long a magical evening together, there are special pages of a little girl’s fairy-tale reserved especially for memories between a granddaughter and the one whose heart she wraps a special love around; her papa.

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An evening among princesses who share the spotlight of sparkle…PHOTO princess girls

An evening of fine dining together where dinner and dessert can be eaten in any order the princess wishes…

An evening where the belle of the ball and her storybook prince dance until the fairy-tale clock strikes midnight…

Every bride remembers…

Yes, every bride remembers the man who loved her first.

Whether her daddy…

Whether her grandfather…

Whether an important male figure in her life…

A bride will always remember the man who loved her first.
The one who risked embarrassment for a smile.

May the daddy’s, the grandfathers, the uncles, the male pastors or teachers, those important men in a daughter’s world realize he hangs the stars of his love in the midnight skies of her eyes.

May this princess never doubt her beauty, her worth, her value, her place in your life.

May this princess feel safe in your arms, be confident in your love and be introduced to the truest love of her Heavenly Daddy.

May she never go lacking or searching for your attention.

May this bride always remember at the dance with her father…

My daddy loved me first…DANCE use dads daughters

By Lori A Alicea

The first to lay your eyes on me,
The first my heart to seek.
The first to ever hold my hand,
Or kiss my chubby cheek.

You’d blink; your little girl would grow,
I’d chase you every chance.
On tippy toes I’d follow you,
Our Daddy Daughter Dance.

The years will pass; I’ll soon be grown,
Our heart of tears will burst.
But yet remains our memory,
My daddy loved me first.

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Author Lori A Alicea and her beloved husband David of 29 years thank you for sharing a moment of your day with them at Apples of Gold Encouragement. It is their desire you experience their heart for family, love, encouragement and God through the words God has put on Lori’s heart to write. They are hopeful you discover a few treasures of encouragement, realizing we all share common threads in our lives. Be blessed in your day.

2 thoughts on “A DANCE WITH MY FATHER…Or Grandfather!  By Lori A Alicea”

  1. So beautiful Lori,
    Praying all the little girls in the world know the love of the Father.Thank you for writing.

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