The Air I Breath

I wonder these days, "how did I live before my little girls came into my life"? Poorly, I thought to myself. On Feb 10th, the Girl Scouts had their Sweetheart Father/Daughter Dance. We dressed up in our "Sunday come to meetin' " clothes. We ate and danced and had the perfect evening. I held them close as we danced, and held back the tears of utter joy that came on as we swayed back and forth to the slow songs, the three of us. I smiled great big and laughed out loud as we "boogeyed" to the fast songs. They did too as they watched their 40 something dad try and keep up with a 6 and 9 year old. The ride home from the Dance we talked and laughed about the fun we had and the prizes we won in drawings they had there. I got a little bit longer hug and kiss from each of them that night as we tucked them into bed. The "I Love You, Daddy", Thank you for being our date" made my whole night. I understand the unconditional love that a parent has for their child/children more each day. They are my light in the darkness, my lift when I'm feeling down, they are the air I breath...