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Learning to Waltz


When I was a little girl, my Dad taught me how to waltz.  I put my tiny hands in his and stepped clumsily onto his feet.  “Hang on,” he whispered as he counted out, “1-2-3, 1-2-3”.

He insisted that we practice until I could waltz on my own two feet.  Dad was a great lead, so it worked.  At 5-years-old, I had just been taught the skills I would need to dance someday at a grand ball, like a princess!

Learning To Waltz

Years later, at my wedding reception (a.k.a. my very own grand ball), Dad and I picked up right where we had left off.  Thanks for all the waltzes, Dad.

 

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