It's a beautiful thing when dads bond with their daughters by partaking in shared activities. Take this father-daughter gymnastics duo, for example.
Reddit user carlinha1289 shared her own beautiful father-daughter story and it involves an activity you probably wouldn't expect.
My mom was never much of a "let's do things together!" Which was fine but also sucked when it came to me wanting to try things such as manicures, waxing, bra shopping and what not. However, I had a great dad who was always willing to bring me to these things, so I never felt like I missed out on those things. He'd often drop me off and then pick me up or something.
When I was 16, right around prom time, I decided that I wanted to wax my legs. I mean, I obviously didn't want to have missed spots and I wanted my legs to be smooth and whatnot. My dad was very hesitant. He first said no, not yet, but as prom was approaching I became more and more insistent and he just said fine, that he'd do some research and book an appointment.
As usually, he held his word and a few days later, I had an appointment with the sweetest waxer I'll probably ever meet. My dad has ONE condition: no upper legs. We convinced him to do a couple inches from my knees, because... Dresses and skirts, but not more than that.
So that was a little over a decade ago. I continues going to her for a while and then I moved. Summer is here and I booked an appointment with her this morning. After all the catch up we did (a good 5 years!) she said she had to tell me something.
She told me that before my first appointment, my dad had called her and booked an appointment for himself. He spoke to her about her techniques and whatnot. He requested a full leg shave and she was happy to oblige. After he was done, he told her that he really didn't enjoy any of it but that his 16 year old daughter wanted to her her legs waxed and that he wanted to try it first. He booked an appointment for me that very same day. However, the waxer says that he called the very next day saying he had bruising on his upper legs and that it hurt. The waxer said it was possible and somewhat common, so he vetoed the upper leg for me.
O.M.G. The thing is, this is exactly like my dad. It's something he would do and it's something he'd probably never ever tell me he did. It was just another reminder of how thoughtful he is and always was.