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!
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.