Daddy showing his girls how ladies should be treated
Four years ago, around Valentine’s Day, I started thinking about how I have always made Valentine’s Day about Marcus and I. Well, mostly just about me. I always loved receiving love letters, flowers and looked forward to going to dinner with Marcus to celebrate our love. I loved being treated like a Valentine queen! But that particular year, the feeling was different; we had four daughters. Four little girls looking up to their daddy and wanting to celebrate their love with him, too. Valentine’s Day was not just about celebrating Marcus and I, it was about celebrating all of us.
Marcus needed to do something with the girls. Something other than giving them the normal card, flowers or candy. I wanted him to make them feel special, appreciated and beautiful. I wanted them to feel like the most cherished little girls in the world. I wanted Marcus to take them out on Valentine’s Day to celebrate their love. I wanted him to show them how little ladies should be treated, by not only him, but all men. I wanted him to talk to them about life. I wanted them to talk to him about girly things, like their new favorite Barbie and her boyfriend Ken, (and possibly make him feel uncomfortable). I wanted them to laugh and bond. I wanted Marcus to start a tradition that they would remember and cherish forever.
I thought about having Marcus take them out individually, but they are sisters. They already have such a beautiful bond as sisters and I wanted them to experience this time with their dad together.
The week of Valentine’s Day came and I bought the girls “fancy” dresses and Marcus got all decked out for his date with the little ladies. The girls were over-the-moon with excitement! Going on a date with their daddy, by themselves, and all fancied-up for Valentine’s Day was beyond thrilling for them. It was like going to a daddy-daughter dance, but with a twist. He bought them all little corsages, delicately placed one on each tiny wrist and off they went to the Capitol Grill in Seattle for a lavish dinner. At the time, our youngest was a newborn and I didn’t feel like she would quite appreciate the experience, so she stayed home with me.
Marcus sent me a picture from dinner, and they all had huge water glasses in front of them, huge gap-tooth smiles and little pieces of cut-up steak on their plates. He even persuaded them to try fried calamari for the first time! At first, they were hesitant, but after getting over the, “It’s squid, the kind that squirts ink” factor, they loved it! They also tried a few other items they wouldn’t normally eat. The dinner was also a learning experience for the girls. It taught them to expand their tiny pallets and of course, proper restaurant etiquette.
About thirty minutes passed and Marcus sent another picture from dinner. It was of our three-year-old asleep in his lap and our five-year-old asleep with her head on the table. It literally made my heart melt and proved they weren’t quite on “party like a rockstar” status. He returned home after a couple of hours and carried each one in from the car to their bed.
I asked him how their date went and he said they talked, giggled and then he must have bored them to sleep. Haha! He loved spending that time with his girls. He loved treating them like little princesses and showing them how little ladies should be treated.
I am so happy I helped Marcus start this tradition. I know he wanted to do something like this deep down inside, but as we all know, sometimes us women have to plant the seed, take action and make it happen!
This week they will be celebrating their fourth annual daddy-daughter Valentine’s Day date. This year’s date is super exciting because the dynamics have changed. Our oldest is now a pre-teen and the girls are all older, a little bit wiser and for sure sassier. I think their dinner will be full of fun and interesting conversation!
“Fathers, be good to your daughters.
Daughters will love like you do.
Girls become lovers who turn into mothers.
So mothers, be good to your daughters, too.”
– Daughters by John Mayer