Daddy's Promise

The day started like this…

It was a beautiful spring morning in May and we were tilling our back raised garden beds.  Brian was going along with the front tine tiller machine that was easy peasy going forward, but a bear to pull backward.

Then… SNAP!

There was a snap and a rocket of pain in his back.  He was down for the count at the picnic table.  Not many things put this guy down, especially when he is outside with heavy machinery!  So, I knew this was bad.

He could hardly move and it seemed like breathing even hurt sometimes.  He could still “walk”, though he did look like someone had misshapen his body and the way his hips swayed was somehow a cross between a cockeyed Betty Boop and Gumby.

Following typical protocol, these things always happen on a Saturday and his chiropractor was not in.  He took the afternoon easy and took some ibuprofen.

The bigger crux here was this girl…

A little princess who was promised a dance with her Daddy that night at the Daddy/Daughter Dance at school!  Brian hobbled to her and told her he wasn’t sure if he would make it, but he would try his best.

That he did…

That night I took the other girls to church with me as Brian strained to put his suit on and take his little girl out to their dance, albeit very slow and crooked.

She danced,

She played "limbo",

She met a princess,

Consumed fancy desserts,

And did this all with her daddy there, as he promised.

He didn’t dance much, or limbo, but he was there and now a beautiful picture sits on her dresser of the two of them from that night.

Daddy’s Promises are always good.