Dad made me feel like his little princess when I was young. I can't recall the music or even if there was any. He might have been singing an old Bing Crosby favorite. It was a magical moment. At 82, when my husband and I married, dad needed me to hold him and give him support during our father-daughter dance. I had looked forward to that day since I could remember with tears streaming down my cheeks as we swayed. It was magical too.