Elena asked her daddy to dance with her tonight. He was tired, so he told her just one song.
She took it.
Then the song was over and she came to me and started talking about everything. Her favorite pass time. John went to go lie down on our bed.
iTunes was still on, and Cinderella came on.
No one thought anything of it, until John came out, and said, "Okay Elly-bug, one more song."
He didn't have to say it twice.
And so he danced with his Cinderella. Because, just like his other baby girl, she will one day be gone, too.
We will blink soon.
Someone grab a tissue for me.