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How To Make A Daddy Cry

I guess I’m feeling overly sappy or something lately. As you may know, Christian artist Steven Curtis Chapman is among my favorites. Ever. I started listening to him in 1992 and have purchased every album since. I think we’ve seen him in concert at least 5 times. Anyway…

He released a new album this week called “This Moment”. One of the songs caught my ear and proceeded to draw tears. If you didn’t know, for 4 of the last 4 1/2 years Emily has been a Disney princess freak, most notably Cinderella. The playroom looks like a Disney princess bomb went off. So, naturally…

Steven Curtis Chapman - This Moment

“Cinderella”
She spins and she sways
To whatever song plays
Without a care in the world
And I’m sitting here wearing
The weight of the world on my shoulders

It’s been a long day
And there’s still work to do
She’s pulling at me saying, “Dad I need you
There’s a ball at the castle and I’ve been invited
And I need to practice my dancing
Oh please, Daddy please”

So I will dance with Cinderella
While she is here in my arms
‘Cause I know something
the prince never knew
Oh, I will dance with Cinderella
I don’t want to miss even one song
‘Cause all too soon the
clock will strike midnight
And she’ll be gone …

She says he’s a nice guy
And I’d be impressed
She wants to know if I approve of the dress
She says, “Dad the prom is just one week away
And I need to practice my dancing
Oh please, Daddy please”

Well, she came home today
With a ring on her hand
Just glowing and telling us
All they had planned
She says,
“Dad the wedding’s still six months away
But I need to practice my dancing
Oh please, Daddy please”

Considering the “You’re always so busy” quote from a couple days before, and I’d say someone is trying to tell me something.

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That’s my heart I hear breaking

I was sitting watching TV the other day and my 4 year old, Emily, climbed up and sat next to me.  I said “Hi!” and proceeded to tickle her mercilessly.  Once she caught her breath…

Emily:  “How did you know I wanted to play tickle?”

Dad: “You always want to play tickle.”

Emily: “I do always want to play tickle but you’re always so busy.”

Ouch.

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