Many of you are aware that my “dance moves” are an eclectic cornucopia of agility drills, spastic gyrations, and assorted plyometrics. Occasionally people will mistakenly think my dancing is “good,” although some athleticism is required to “perform” in this manner (along with a complete absence of shame or inhibition). And given our complete apathy towards most social norms, my wife and I are often the “icebreakers” at weddings. After seeing us shamelessly frolick with gusto and glee, everyone else lets loose and proceeds to have a good time out on the dance floor!

Well, next week features one of my favorite days of the year, which is the annual Daddy Daughter Dance. For better or for worse, I think my daughter inherited my “dance moves.” But she also, to this point, manifests the same unmitigated joy as her Dad when it comes to joyfully letting the music generate magical moments of movement and mirth. And I pray that she continues to waltz through life unencumbered by social pressures to compromise. I pray that love guides her steps, and that the beauty of her life testifies to the Master Choreographer. And I pray that someday, I get to dance with her one last time, right after I walk her down the aisle…but that can wait just a few years