STEPPING FROM DOLLS AND BOWS INTO HEELS By Lori A Alicea

She’s not a little girl anymore.

Brooklyn

This little girl

Has been cocooned in her father’s heart these childhood years, hidden and protected while the hand of her heavenly Father has been molding and fashioning and never taking His eyes from her as she becomes the “fearfully and wonderfully made” young woman He envisioned and imagined from before her birth.

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This little girl
Who’s been set apart from anyone or influence who dares to hasten her wings and sacred time with an earthly father who shows the way in her knowing, the trusting and hearing the voice of Christ more clearly; leading his little girl to abandon her heart to Him before those maiden flights finds her beyond an earthly father’s reach.
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A childhood of dolls and bows are now journal entries from days of yesterday.

Tear stained pages of prayers from a father laying bare his heart on the altar for his little girl.

Petitions mirroring back God’s promises of hope and prosperity for his daughter’s future.

Tied together with a little girl’s surrendered will to God’s plans before her.

Be the wind beneath her wings which lift her soaring high as eagles.

A butterfly emerges her cocoon into this beautiful woman standing before me.

The faces of my little girl are now a gallery of framed pictures in the secret place I retreat to when I long to remember those eyes that once looked up and followed me everywhere I went.

My little girl walks past the closed door of her childhood, taking those first few steps thru an entryway as a young woman, a butterfly seeing the beauty of her life for the first time through new lens.
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Her mother and I we celebrate the sweet life and sixteen years of a child and gift God loaned to us parents, recalling His charge we raise our daughter in the fear and admonition of the Lord.
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Today we celebrate what God had given to us sixteen years ago.

But are reminded of the giving back to God’s arms and plans the day we dedicated our little girl to the Lord.

This day our butterfly is seen for the first time dressed and crowned in all her glory; a banquet opening its doors to a place of grandeur for its guests to celebrate and behold her.

Bouquets of roses billow from the arms of a father presenting to her the love he’s expressed on many occasions prior.

A father sharing a first dance with this young woman he’s shared the evening before at daddy-daughter dances, holding back his tears of that dance yet to come on her wedding day.

Our little girl kisses good-bye her childhood of dolls and bows.

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Stepping into the heels of a young woman crowned befitting her beauty.

She may not be little anymore, but forever etched in my sight is daddies little girl.
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A father’s heart hasn’t changed and still overwhelmed for his little girl as when he spoke on her 13th birthday.

What can I say! I am a proud father of two beautiful girls that I love so much.

Brooklyn, my first. What a great opportunity for me to learn what it was to be a dad and how to love unconditionally. Since the first time I met you at three years old until now, has been an amazing journey. You have been through a lot, but I am glad that I was there to help you get through those difficult times.

I want you to know that you have given me a gift that no one could ever take from me, and that was adopting you as my daughter. The crazy thing is, nothing has changed for me because you have always been my girl from the moment I met you.

I’m proud to see God working in your life, and I hope your mom and I are doing a good job showing you how to live a Christ centered life. I’m proud of who you are and most of all, I’m proud to be your dad!

I love you!
Love Daddy”

A butterfly emerges her cocoon into this beautiful woman standing before me.

Presenting for the very first time,

A woman dressed and crowned in all her glory,
Fearfully and wonderfully made,

Our daughter,

Brooklyn Nicole Alicea.

Presentation of Brookln

SHE DANCED WITH HER DADDY!  By Lori A Alicea

Once upon a time

In a land of castles where princesses are much too excited to sleep when the town comes alive in preparation for a royal dance of daddies and their little girls who dress up in sparkles and tulle.

An enchanted fairy-tale she’s pondered her heart for months; a dance card of songs she keeps while carried away in her daddy’s arms the evening long until the music plays its last.

A night of unforgettable moments for two, whose highlights replay in the dreams of a princess for a lifetime;

Their

Daddy Daughter Dance.

Little girls are over the moon for their daddies; daughters who radiate as a night sky of brilliant stars winking at one another overcome to be their daddies date.

Over the moon because a princess remembers….

MY DADDY LOVED ME FIRST
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.
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The lush red carpet leading to the ball entrance is roped off until the castles of daddies and daughters arrive for their special dance.

The stately tables have been set befitting little queens in waiting;

No expense too great, no detail left out for a magical evening soon to be unveiled.
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Castle doors have swung open releasing a hive of honeybees swarming across the fields of the town; a buzz of little girls dazzling their nails and hair to enter the fairy-tale gates beautiful for their daddies.
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Princess curls are caught in a crown of sparkled bows, whose gown of vintage lace reveals a bow equally as grand as its twin accentuating her locks.
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The clock of the castle strikes for the carriages arrival.

A daddy makes his way up the castle stairs to his daughter, who smiles at first glance of the glory beholding his eyes, bearing flower bouquets deserving a princess.
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The town is one royal carriage parked in front of the other, each waiting for daddy’s and daughters to take their noble seat to the dance.
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A daddy’s kiss and the strikes of the castle clock remind them both it’s time to go.
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The sea of red carpet is lined for blocks of daddy’s and their exquisite daughters leading to the front doors of the Daddy Daughter Dance, which have officially opened for the night’s festivities.

The ambiance of the ballroom is breathtaking as well as every princess in attendance with her daddy.

Words of sighs and gasps of little girls in awe fill out the Thank You card to the ballroom host for an evening of details and splendor intentionally prepared with her name in mind.
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She danced with her daddy that night.

Overwhelmed and over the moon because a princess remembers….

MY DADDY LOVED ME FIRST
By Lori A Alicea

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.
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Dad dancing with his daughter

Oh the silliness capturing a daddy and his princess at their
Daddy Daughter Dance; a picture of a thousand memorable words.
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She danced;
A daughter danced all night with her daddy.
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The last and final page of a daddy and daughter’s fairy-tale evening has turned  when the clock strikes midnight while it seems the first number of a princess’ dance card has just played.

A princess’s smile never left the dance floor for every song
She danced with her daddy.
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But now, carriages that have waited the evening thru in patience are now anxious to return those daddy’s and daughters back to their castle until next year.

This evening of unforgettable moments for two will replay the highlights in the dreams of a princess for a lifetime;

Their

Daddy Daughter Dance.

A princess grows before her daddy ever has time to blink.
But through the years a princess never forgets the hand-print he leaves behind because…

MY DADDY LOVED ME FIRST
By Lori A Alicea
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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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THE END!!