From “Dancing with the Stars.” Seriously. I’m hopeless.
But … Laila Ali just danced the waltz tonight in front of her dad, Muhammed Ali, and paused, mid-dance, right in front of him, and blew him a kiss. And his face, his face! It’s got a certain blankness from the Parkinson’s, but in that moment, her reaching to him with such tenderness — oh! I am telling you! — there was no denying that look on his face. Pure pride. Pure joy in her. Pure love. How I wish I would have been taping that, just to play that tiny moment again and again and again. I am bawling. So beautiful.
I felt something just soar inside me.
Oh, lovely lovely love.
but rarrrrr, how about that Paso from Apolo and Julianne! and their tango. Wow! they were on fire! sadly, i didn’t get to see Joey’s and Kym’s mambo.
Oh, I know! They were blazing! Hothothot! We sound like Bruno!
But Laila and her dad? Too much. Too much.
I’ve been loving Leila Ali on this show! I usually don’t even watch it. But I missed this! Thank you for describing what happened in a way I can actually see it. You have a way with words!