Dance with my Father Again...

This song has always brought tears to my eyes, but since my dad died, it has so much more meaning. At least I got the chance to dance with my dad at my wedding. One memory that sticks out to me is when we went out for dinner the week before my wedding. We went to Outback and split crablegs and had shots of jagermeister. Well, I had one too many shots and got sick. I fell asleep on the bathroom floor  (at home, not at Outback), and I woke up with a pillow under my head and a blanket over me. Dad had to get up and go to work the next day, but he checked on me throughout the night to ensure that I was alright.


Love you Dad!!!   <3