It was almost a year ago, now. She hid the dress in her closet so everyone would be surprised.

The year before, Brian had hurt his knee (we found out it was actually broken), but he took her to the dance with crutches and a smile.

This year, she was ready to dance the night away.

This lovely, feisty, wonderful girl is growing up and goodness, I’m thankful.

Last night, she chose a girl night over walking “the monster mile” in our neighborhood where they hand gobs of candy and you see all of your friends from school.

We went to the grocery store and picked out individual cake slices and bubble bath.

We watched part of the Princess Diaries and had a good cuddle.

I don’t want to forget these moments when she chooses to spend time together.

And I never want to forget the moments when I remember what an incredible father she has.