Dancing with Daddy

I heard Izzy from the back of the house " Momma, come see me Momma. Come see." When I got to the kitchen she was in her Daddy's arms as he spun her around.  She had a great big smile on her face. "Look, Momma I'm dancing with Daddy". Talk about melt my heart. There's something about a big ole tattooed rough looking guy with his little girl in his arms that just gets me. This was one of those precious times when God whispered to me "don't forget this".  I knew that I better grab my camera.

So they danced  and I snapped some pictures. She giggled. He smiled and I cried.

"Don't forget this"