Dance

We were dancing the night away last night at the Greeley Rec Center at the annual Daddy/Daughter dance. This was an extra special date last night for Sarabeth and I. Ever since my cancer diagnosis last summer, the dance was the spectrum through which Sarabeth judged my healing. At every stage, treatment, and surgery, she would ask how this would effect our trip to the dance. Would I still be able to go? Would I be healthy enough to dance? Would I have my bag at the dance? Would all the scars and stuff effect my ability to look nice and match her purple dress?

I am so thrilled to say that I made it to the dance with my beautiful daughter. Who's going to let a little cancer get in the way of that? We had our picture taken, had some snacks, visited with her friends and their dad, and spent two wonderful hours together.