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Tonight was a great night to be dad...

I just got back a couple of hours ago from my girls' (8 and 11) dance recital. Most of the times, dads do not enjoy going to the recitals, but this was a great night. The girls are both in the same dance routines: baton and tumbling. They did great. What I was most proud of is that I remember last year seeing the baton girls (my girls did not do baton last year) drop the batons multiple times. I don't know for sure, but I think it was 3 or 4 times each.  This year, neither one of the girls dropped their batons regularly (I think one girl dropped it one time, and that was it). Both girls did great on their tumbling. I wanted to stay for the entire recital, but I could only stay for the girls. 

Tomorrow, I get to share my story with 200 or so community leaders at a community prayer breakfast, then I have a VA appointment at 10:00, the girls have another recital at 1:00 and then I have a meeting at 4:00. It will be a busy day, but I am looking forward to it. 

Sunday is church membership/baptism/baby dedication. Then, at 2:00 we have to be in Centerville for a meeting with the Iowa Ambassadors of Music. They should be telling us how much the trip to Europe costs. Overall, it will be a busy weekend, but a good weekend.

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