may I have this dance?

Even as a high maintenance, 6-year-old diva, Amara continues to melt my heart.

Last week, she pulled Dad2Amara aside after dinner and asked quietly, "Will you go to the father-daughter dance with me?"

It was so precious, I honestly wanted to cry.

So all dolled up Amara and her daddy got Saturday evening for their big date.

I did Amara's hair and put lip gloss on her for added sparkle.

They posed for pictures at home and then some more for a photographer at the dance.

And as I suspected, Amara boogied the night away as Dad2Amara was a wallflower hovered over the hors d'oeuvres watched admiringly from a distance. Amara even busted a move on stage!

Come Sunday morning, Amara was still asleep when I rose. Her Daddy apparently swept her off her dancing feet. She was content and exhausted.

And I was thrilled that for one day, Dad2Amara and our daughter were not at each others' throats.

Side note: I spent the evening catching up with a dear friend over several glasses of wine and good hummus. So no lonely Mom2Amara here!