Daddy

What a magical night it was. She was an absolute princess, and he was her knight in shining...tuxedo. LOL My baby attended her first father/daughter dance. Her dad couldn't be there, or wouldn't be there, however you choose to see it. Someone was there to step up though. Someone who has always stepped up for her, always been there to be a strong man for her, a loving, supportive man for her. Who else? Yep....it's Mr. He made it to the dance, he looked amazing, in his tux, with his freshly shaved head, trimmed goatee. I pinned his flower on (to which Miss A, in all her fineness said "you are VERY brave to let her PIN you), and we took photos, which, no worries will be attached to this blogsite soon. They were so cute, man and girl, and he treated her to the best night of her life...dancing, drinks (shirley temples, I bet), dinner at Longhorns, and then back to mommy for snuggles, kisses, and beddy time. Her last thought before passing out was that Mr was a pretty good dancer afterall. Now...the other half of this special night...is the WOMAN that has been more than amazing in both mine and my baby's life. She was there too, to take the most amazing photos, to stay with Julia while her scatterbrained mommy forgot the ticket and had to run home for it, waited with us for Mr, JUST IN CASE something went horribly wrong. She is fiesty, and beautiful, and such a genuine soul...I am so blessed to have her in my life. And damn if her husband ain't a fine bit too. LOL.
So after princess was asleep, and Mr had taken a nap (after all, 8 year olds are exhausting!!), we watched a movie together, he taught me how to use my damn DVR, and then we talked....alot. About what had happened, about WHY it happened. About what we are both missing, and mostly.....about how we can't live without each other in our life. He's still my best friend, even though he hurt my heart. I'm still his best friend, and he won't have a life without me. So how do we go forward with that? Lots of promises, an ultimatum, and some hope tossed in for good measure? He set about making us into a family, all of us.....Me, Him, Mrs D, Julia, Bubbles, even Lucy. We all take care of each other. I love Mrs D and Bubbles as though they were my own, and I will take care of them accordingly...even if it means having to work out with Mrs D every friggin Thursday. Christ.
We'll see how it comes along, I guess. Thank you, though, Mr...for saying the words and meaning them. And, more importantly, for showing them.