Stealing Cinderella
I worked from home this morning before going to work a wedding at GT early this afternoon. I can’t really think of anything to report from either. After the wedding I went to help Larilyn and her coworkers pack up their building at the Boys and Girls Club. They have closed the unit at Bonsall Elementary and are moving the building tomorrow. It must be really hard to have a program you have put so much time and effort into disappear in front of you. I can kind of relate, but I know it’s not the same.
I think I have a new favorite song. It’s by Chuck Wicks and is entitled “Stealing Cinderella.” It talks about a guy going to his future father in law to ask for his daughters hand in marriage. He is left in a room with pictures of her, playing Cinderella, riding her first bike, etc. where he realizes that to her father she will always be Cinderella, that he may be prince charming in her eyes, but that in her father’s eyes, he is simply stealing Cinderella.
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I came to see her daddy for sit down man to man
It wasn’t any secret I’d be asking for her hand
I guess that’s why he left me waiting in the living room by myself
with at least a dozen pictures of her sitting on a shelf[Chorus;]
She was playing Cinderella
She was riding her first bike
Bouncing on the bed and looking for a pillow fight
Running through the sprinkler with a big popsicle grin
Dancing with her dad, looking up at him
In her eyes I’m Prince Charming
But to him I’m just some fella
riding in and stealing CinderellaI leaned in towards those pictures to get a better look at one
When I heard a voice behind me say “Now, ain’t she something, son?”
I said “Yes, she quite a woman” and he just stared at me
Then I realized that in his eyes she would always bePlaying Cinderella
Riding her first bike
Bouncing on the bed and looking for a pillow fight
Running through the sprinkler with a big popsicle grin
Dancing with her dad, looking up at him
In her eyes I’m Prince Charming
But to him I’m just some fella, riding in and stealing CinderellaHe slapped me on the shoulder
Then he called her in the room
When she threw her arms around him
That’s when I could see it too:She was Playing Cinderella
Riding her first bike
Bouncing on the bed and looking for a pillow fight
Running through the sprinklers with a big popsicle grin
Dancing with her dad, looking up at him
If he gives me a hard time
I can’t blame the fella
I’m the one who’s stealing Cinderella
(Source: kovideo.)
It made me think about the time when I go to see someone’s father to ask for his blessing. That is going to be a hard day, but also such a joyous day. I don’t know if I will ever be truly ready for something like that.
And tomorrow is the big day. I’m anxious to see what will unfold from tomorrow. I guess time will tell. Good night!
