I danced my first bachatas with her, even before I knew what bachatas were.
When she was sick and fussy, we danced.
No steps, just love. Me trying my best to soothe her and let her know I was right there with her.
Bounce, rhythm, humming. Lots and lots of love.
We don’t dance much anymore, but we do work together. A dance of work and marketing. That counts, right?
Yesterday, we celebrated the union of my faith, Fe, to Mr. Cesar Ortiz.
She used to look at me with her big beautiful eyes and I would melt. She made me feel like a super man. Maybe I was.
Our father-daughter dance took us both back to those younger days of dancing our bachatas. We were both babies.
We danced, we laughed. I didn’t cry. That would come much later.
Baby girl now has a new super man she looks at with those big beautiful eyes.
I may or may not be a little jealous, but I knew this day would come.
She now has a couple of new dance partners in her little family.
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