Ever since I became a mother, the Father Daughter dance makes me cry Every. Single. Time. It must be because I have daughters, because the Mother Son dance does nothing for me. Not even a dampness around the eyes. But man, those Father Daughter dances get me every time. It’s such a special relationship.

See the sweet way he has his hand up on her shoulder? Such a protective & loving gesture.

If you really want to do yourself in, grab a box of kleenex and watch this. I have to leave the room when the DJ starts playing this, and it has nothing to do with me not being a fan of country!

From the first breath she breathed verse just reminds me so much of the first time my husband held our first daughter (doesn’t he look a bit scared!?).

Happy Father’s Day to all the daddies out there – especially those “giving away” their babies this year.