Ballet Shoes and Blue Eyes

Pink ballet slippers and adorable tutus of 220 little first from 4 year olds and up. What an array of costumes and dances we were mesmerized with. Our little granddaughter was adorable, at 4, in her yellow and pink princess outfit with her hair just so and REAL makeup on her sweet little face. She was adorable as she took the stage, that was enormous to her clear blue eyes. Lights....music....DANCE and off she went following the others and smiling brightly until she caught a glimpse of her own shadow on the floor in front of her. Just like a kiddo playing t-ball for the 1st time, as he spies an airplane up in the sky and the baseball and batter disappears from his thoughts, out in center field, Zie was a bit distracted.

I looked over at her proud parents, who wanted her to be perfect, and was thrilled that they saw how precious her shadow chasing was. The simple steps of the dance were not the important thing in that family filled auditorium, the love and support and pride these little darlings felt was what really mattered. After a few missed twirls and a few extra toe taps, Kenzie got back in step with her group. Her shadow fascination actually made the night even more special somehow.

God has given us the blessing of having children and grandchildren living in our little, sleepy hometown. As the kids grow up here, Noni and Papa will be fortunate enough to attend a multitude of firsts with cameras focused and smiles across our faces.

My son assures me, I will not be attending dance performances for his son though. He sat beside me in the 3rd row last night determinedly whispering about the Broncos, tattoos, and fly fishing. Which are all acceptable for this little guy still under a year old. Hey, wait a minute, no tattoos til he is 6 at least Dad!@!

In Him,

Joyful
5-8-2010