Our friends' church hosted their first Daddy-Daughter dance. Mommy told Karis about the dance about two weeks prior. Karis spent only a few nights telling me, "I want to go to the dance now, Daddy." However, she did dress up nearly every night in a different dress to practice I guess.
I was excited for the opportunity to finally arrive to take Karis. She was thrilled to put on her pretty red dress, her fancy black shoes and stay up past bed time eating desserts and dancing. Here is a picture of her all ready to go:
Little sis wanted to get in on all the picture-taking action:
The cute couple:
As we were exiting the van to head into the dance, Karis let this precious thought slip, "Daddy, daddy, tonight is best night ever!"
And here's one with some flair at the dance:
The best parts of the dance were watching Karis dance. She had a B-L-A-S-T! Here is one of the videos of her cutting the rug.
