Last night was the Father-Daughter Valentine’s Day Dinner for our Girl Scout Council. My husband worked hard all week to get home early enough to take our daughter. If you know anything about the trucking industry you know that that is a job in itself. There always seems to be some customer that simply must have the product right then and they always seem to call the driver who is trying to be home early. Yesterday was no exception, but because of my husband’s past experience, he had left hours earlier to do his regular runs so even though they added another stop he was able to get home in time. My daughter was so excited. She has been preparing for this event for weeks. We had hit an awesome sale a few weeks ago at JC Penney and were able to get her a lovely outfit for 75% of the original cost. She and I have conflicting opinion about shoes. She wanted heels and I believe she is too young but we were able to find something this weekend that we could both live with. She had her clothes laid out first thing in the morning. She made short work of her school assignments and was in the shower by 3:00. Then we messed with her hair for an hour, trying all kinds of dos. I felt so bad for her because I brushed and combed, pulled and played with her hair trying to find just the right style. I have absolutely no beautician in me, but I do my best. After putting her through all that torture we ended up with a simple style that I thought looked lovely on her. We painted her nails and then she sat around in her bathrobe, fretting until her father came home. Then all systems were go. We got her dressed and I even succumbed to her requests to wear a bit of make-up. This was a special night for her. Daddy was home and this was their night. Having my husband home early during the week is very rare and no matter how hard he tries, he has missed many of the kids’ events due to his job. For him to be home was a big deal. As they got ready to leave, I naturally pulled out the camera. My little girl looked so grown up and beautiful that it made me cry. As I looked at her I wondered were the years have gone. If I am so broke up over my baby just going out with her dad, I shudder to think what I’ll be like when she begins to date at 25 (LOL).When they returned from their date, you could see that they had a wonderful time. After she changed into her pajamas and had washed her face, she came into our bedroom and snuggled up along side of us. She confirmed something I already knew. No matter how old she gets or looks, she will always be my baby.
Daddy and His Date