I went to my daughter, Sarah's, ballet practice last night. She has choreographed a solo to Nicole C. Mullin's Heaven. She has performed it for us in our living room, but it was nothing like it was last night on the full stage.
I often watch her expressions when she's talking to people, or performing. Sometimes she's self conscious and it shows by way of a stifled smile or a role of the eye and some giggles. Last night, she was totally caught up in the song as she glided and twirled, claiming the whole stage for her own. It was hard not to break into tears as the expressions on her face mirrored her movements and lent a tangible emotion to the performance. I had no idea how good she had become in just the last several months.
When she was involved in cheerleading, she almost never just walked from one place to the other without doing a cheer on the way, forget about standing still. Now she dances and skips, throwing out her arms, or tilting her body to one side while adding an extended leg with a pointed toe in front. For her, life is one continuous dance; a celebration with some internal soundtrack going on in that heart of hers.
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