Blubbering to a Lee Ann Womack Song

 After a miserable appointment we had in the late afternoon, Lisa and I set out to the eastern edge of Oak Creek to pick up a work suit for LuLu. 

One the way there the radio played "I Hope You Dance," a song by Lee Ann Womack that Lisa first heard when pregnant with YaYa. It quickly became the theme song of the pregnancy, and of her hopes for our firstborn daughter. 

Listening to it, I had an idea. "YaYa and I should dance to this for the father-daughter dance at her wedding." I said. 

Or rather, that's what I tried to say. 

I got so far as the word "dance" before turning into a blubbering mess, incapable of speech, with tears streaming down my face. 

Lisa soon joined in the waterworks. 

Two blubbering parents getting emotional at the thought of their baby girl now all grown up and engaged. 

But I do hope, I really do, that I get the chance to dance with her to that song on her wedding day.