The father-daughter dance was one of those things I didn’t sweat. It was happening no matter what, that was a given. I previously talked about choosing a song; ultimately, I decided to let my dad take that bullet and pick the song. It went pretty much like when I asked him to walk me down the aisle. “Hey Dad, pick a song for our dance.” “Why should I pick it?””¦and we left it there.
It was not until after my first dance with Mr. Toadstool that my mom brought it up, and we started it again: “You pick a song; no, you pick a song”¦”
A bit later the band announced the bride’s dance with her father: “Finally, he picked a song,” I thought. I walked to the center of the dance floor and met my dad there, and the music started.
I recognized the song instantly. It was an instrumental version, but I’ve known it all my life. I was singing in my head. It was “Gracias Amor” (“Thank You, Love”), a widely known song about a guy thanking his “love” for everything good in his life—pretty generic. It was my parents’ first-dance song.
At that moment my dad whispered in my ear: “This was your mom’s and my first-dance song.” “I know. Is that why you picked it?” “I didn’t pick it, I thought it was you.” And then it clicked—my mom.
Mom, Grandma, and one of my cousins looking at us
Turns out it was not my mom who asked for the song. Mr. Toadstool, tired of our indecision, approached the band and asked for the most popular first-dance/father-daughter dance song. He seized the moment and took his mom to the dance floor.
And here is when we go full circle—turns out this was also Mr. Toadstool’s parents’ first-dance song.
The song ended. We embraced, laughed at ourselves, and made our way out the dance floor.
Did you have a father-daughter dance? Who picked the song?
*All photos by Alberto Alcorta Photography
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