6 years, 9 months.
Not to be confused with the Father-Daughter Dance we had a couple of weeks ago at your school, you and I went to one this past Friday at our church; Church of the City in Spring Hill.
You had fun the entire time, as we danced up near the front of the stage.
And by danced, it largely consisted of you continually saying, “Daddy, swing me!” So yes, I spent much of the time being completely dizzy from spinning you high in the air, like you were on a ride at an amusement park.
Naturally, some of the other girls saw what you and I were doing, and therefore, tried to get their dads to do the same.
I will say: My 5 days a week of weight training are paying off. Otherwise, there’s no way I could be physically fit for the Cross-Fit challenge that you incorporate for me in every Father-Daughter Dance we go to!