The stretch limos were stacked up like Hollywood on Oscar night. The cameras were flashing and video cameras whirring as the stars of the evening stepped from their elongated horseless carriages. They smiled. They waved. They blew kisses. They knew they were Princesses and were being treated as such.
Every Dad beamed. Every daughter glowed. There was something magical in the air and a special spell was cast upon everyone at the Crabtree Marriott for four Sundays in a row. And the night I stopped by for a visit, I witnessed hotel patrons stopping to watch the show. Women cooed how cute it was for these little ladies to have such a special night with their Dad. And they were right. It was special.
As a Dad with two boys, I'll never know how special this night is between father and daughter. This evening of dinner and dancing is only the beginning of a ritual between these pairs that will possibly culminate with a Daddy/Daughter dance at the girl's wedding in the distant future. The girls will hang on as they are twirled on the dance floor and the fathers hang on as well, holding on for as long as possible - anything to keep them their Little Princesses for just that much longer...
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