Dance Date w/Blaire

The day I got to take Blaire to dance class.

Yesterday Abbey was throwing up. On top of being pregnant. Woof. Not fun.

But that’s not how the day started. It started by her feeling better. She had loaded the kids into the car and was about to take Blaire to her dance class.

Blaire looks forward to this dance class more than you can imagine. Getting dressed up in a pink tutu with pink shoes and her hair done. She is the most adorable thing you’ve ever seen. Mind you, she’s 2 years old. I often underestimate her ability to understand the situation.

Apparently after putting the kids in the car, Abbey started throwing up. I got a call while I was at work asking if I could take Blaire to her class. Something I'd normally not agree to purely due to the fact that it’s in the middle of the workday during prime productive hours. But I felt inclined to say yes, despite the busy week and day at work.

Luckily I work 6 minutes from home, so I was able to make it home fairly fast. Blaire was ecstatic that I was taking her. As we drove 20 minutes to orem, I began to think how amazing this opportunity was to get to spend a few hours with my 2-year-old girl, seeing what it’s like to go to a dance practice. Nothing in the world could have been this important to me. But somehow we convince ourselves that everything else at work is important.

As we got to the studio, we parked the truck, and as I opened the door and was unbuckling Blaire from her car seat, she said, “You’re the best dad ever; thanks for taking me to dance," as if she knew she might not have made it and like she understood I was doing something nice for her. It melted my heart.

As we walked in, she loved showing me the way to her classroom. I sat outside the dance room and got to watch her for an hour while I worked on my computer. She was so proud to see me every time they had a break during their class.

After class, we went and got lunch together at Redmind around the corner. Blaire wanted either pancakes or fries. They were out of fries, so pancakes it was. We sat at a two-person table, Blaire in a normal-sized chair, in her dance outfit, as we ate our lunch.

I’m grateful to have a daughter. I’m grateful I got to spend time with her yesterday seeing her do something she loves so much.