That’s My Daughter

Nancy and Art

Nancy and Art

Just about 45 years ago I wrote a poem bragging about my son playing basketball titled “That’s My Son Out There!”  Now I’m thinking about writing one titled “That’s My Daughter Up There”!  Wife Jean and I recently made an unplanned visit to California to watch our just turned sixty year old daughter Nancy participate in the San Diego Follies Hit Parade show.  They had a huge cast between ages 50 and 86, and Nancy was listed in the program along with a total of a dozen dancers. We didn’t announce to her that we were making the trip. Daughter Amy and her husband Robb met us at the airport on Saturday, we had a great time together and then all attended the Sunday afternoon show with Nancy’s son Rory.  It was a wonderful show and Nancy appeared in about a half a dozen numbers. In my heart she scored in every number. There is just something I can’t express, seeing your daughter out there giving that audience her very best, knowing that she endured a month of rehearsals, pushing herself to reach top physical shape and memorizing all those complicated routines.  We were so proud of Nancy and what she had accomplished. And when the show ended and the audience was leaving, together with many other members of the cast, Nancy came out on the stage and was walking to the steps when she spotted Rory waving at her. Was so excited because he had told her he would not be able to attend. Then he pointed Jean and me out to her and she looked so pleased and shocked that she sort of swooned into the arms of her friend Claudia who was standing next to her.  Nancy was ecstatic, as I believe we all were, and tears were running down many cheeks in our group and right then I wanted to hug her so we made our way through the crowd and had a good hug.

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