Dancing with Dad

It's been a busy week and I have been a complete slacker when it comes to blogging so I'm going from one flashback Friday post to the next. Here's hoping next week has 8 or 9 days in it!

Happy Friday! Here's a flashback to 2002? I think. Or 2003. Doesn't matter. Either way it's me and my dad dancing together at my brother's wedding.

I LOVE LOVE LOVE this picture! I loved it when I first saw it and I gave it to my dad in a frame for Father's Day a few months before he passed away. I have it now.

Though it may look like we were very serious about our dance moves, quite the opposite was happening. I remember that no one else was dancing at the time so I stepped out on the dance floor to act silly. Yeah, I kinda enjoy the spotlight. Just when I had enough embarrassment and was attempting to go back to my seat, my dad grabbed me by the hand and starting twirling me around the dance floor. It was pretty hilarious. I don't think I had ever seen my dad dance in public. The few memories I have of him dancing include some evenings when he would bust a move to the Law & Order theme song and every Fourth of July as a kid when we would make him dance in the strobe light firework.

I love that we danced together at my brother's wedding since he wasn't there to dance with me at mine and I love that someone was thoughtful enough to snap a picture. It's one of my favorite memories of my father and it just goes to show you that it's the littlest moments that make the biggest impact.