Hannah-Grace had mentioned several times over the past few weeks of her excitement about the upcoming annual Father-Daughter dance. I joined in her excitement and we talked about her dress, how she would do her hair, and how I had a surprise of where we would eat dinner. But secretly, I have a love-hate relationship with this dance. I love that I get to spend time with my precious daughter. I hate it because it marks time and forces me to think about how many years I have left (with God’s grace) to go to this type of event. There will only be so many Father-Daughter dances. Our annual vacation is another example of seeing time fly by. It seems like just a few weeks ago I was putting on a suit to go to the dance, and packing another kind of suit to go to the beach.
Hannah-Grace this year was especially beautiful. I cherish how she still wants to be around her dad, hold my hand, and actually want to have conversations with me. We both got excited when Thriller came on, and she showed me how to do the latest dance moves (that I guess she learned at school.) She is getting good grades, is staying away from the boys, and is the star in her father’s eye.
Her day began early, when she “got her hair done” by a local beautician, complete with finger nails and toes. She came home put on her dress, we took pictures, and then were off to the dance. Upon arriving at the dance we walked through the crowd to see if any of her friends were there — and we talked to a few. We got a drink (Sprite for her, coke for me) and sat down. We did a slow dance or two, then it was time to go through the food line — pretzels, chips, mints, etc.
By this time mom was texting asking for pictures, and the room was beginning to get very crowded with many other dads and their daughters. We settled into a spot with friends and danced to various modern hits, 80’s throwbacks, and it all culminated in the YMCA. I was a little uneasy at some of the song selections. It is hosted by a local Presbyterian church, but some of the music didn’t seem to reflect the morals that I am  seeking to instill within my daughter. This provided and opportunity for H-G and I to talk about the songs. But a few songs aside, the event was a very nice, and I am grateful for an opportunity to try and express my love for my daughter.
Then it was off to dinner at the Ravine at Kinderlou Forest with friends. She fell asleep in the car on the way home, and I had another privilege of carrying her inside the house.
Race Day — Disney Half Marathon Jan. 12th, 2013
When I got to mile ten, I found a renewed boost of energy and started running again. As I moved through miles eleven and twelve the realization that I was going to finish was beginning to fill my heart. My eyes began searching for the finish line, and I would run across it.
I just finished a book by Reggie Joiner, and in his book Zombies, Football, and the Gospel, he says,
Teach Them in the Context of a Loving Relationship
This is the second part of a blog entry; In order to read the first article
A goal began to develop in my mind last year when my wife and I went to a Children’s Ministry conference in Orlando, FL. We noticed that there were many people wearing medals from running in a marathon, and half-marathon. I began to think of all my attempts to get into shape and how they had slumped off after six to eight weeks of going to the gym. Something had always come up that broke my workout routine and it would be months before I would go back, where I would essentially start over. I realized that I needed a goal, something to work towards. My plan was finalized when at Centri-kid camp where I had forgotten something in my room and had to “run” back and get it. When I had run approximately 100 yards and was very winded, I thought, “I have got to get back into shape.”
So, after some research (on Google of course) and being about two weeks from the race, I am going to try taping my feet before a long run. (There are some great youtube videos discussing the topic of taping).