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Dear Readers,
When our daughter Brittany was young, we would take
her to New York City with us on an annual business
trip my husband, Doug, made. The purpose of the trip
was to attend the Annual Dinner Dance for the NYC
Society of Military Engineers. This yearly event is
quite the affair. Held at the Waldorf Astoria’s main
ballroom, there is always a wonderful dinner and
great dancing.
We typically stayed in a suite at the Benjamin
Hotel, right next door to the Waldorf. Brittany
would get the sleeper sofa and living room so she
could watch movies and eat pizza while we attended
the dinner dance and went out for more dancing
afterwards.
Brittany always wanted to go dancing with us. I
guess because we talked about how much fun it was.
One year, when she was 12, she asked her dad when
she could go dancing with us. He told her you had to
be 21 years old to go dancing in New York City. So
she asked him, “Daddy, when I turn 21 will you take
me dancing in New York City?”
Guess what? Just a few days ago, Brittany celebrated
her 21st birthday. Doug asked her last year, when
she turned 20, if she still wanted to go dancing in
New York City on her birthday. She said it would be
wonderful.
So this past weekend we went dancing in New York
City with our daughter. It was an unbelievable
experience.
The entire weekend was one great moment after
another. On Saturday evening we took a sunset cruise
with dinner and dancing. As we sailed around
Manhattan and the Statue of Liberty, Brittany and
her dad danced. I even did a line dance with
Brittany (and I don’t do those kinds of dances). But
Doug is the dancer in the family. As he led Brittany
around the dance floor I had a feeling it was the
time of his life. Father and daughter, swaying to
the beat of the music. Sharing a special moment.
They were a good-looking pair. I knew I would
remember this weekend for the rest of my life. To be
there with our daughter, having fun and enjoying
life. I wanted it to go on forever.
At the airport as the weekend came to a close, I
gave Brittany a big hug and kiss goodbye. Even now,
I can still remember the sweet smell of her soft
hair and the hug she gave me back. As she hugged her
dad, my heart was full. She had given him a
wonderful Father’s Day gift, and she didn’t even
know she had given it.
‘Til July,
Brenda |
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