Madeline Duffy is a fabulous dancer. She dances more than she walks, she listens to music and I can see her dancing in her mind. She loves it, breathes it, lives it. She dances with a competitive dance team and this past weekend was their first competition.
We drove to Davenport and all the way there she was chattering about this that and the other and we listened to music and she was wonderful. We got to the school and we watched and she competed and did great. She smiled and had fun, but after awards when the adrenaline was gone she crashed hard. She was asleep within thirty minutes of hitting the road, so I had time to think.
I saw that the sky was clear and the stars were out. Even the little ones that you usually only see in the summer when we can go for weeks without a cloud. It made me think of Izzy.
How fun it would be to haul her around to the dance competitions with her chubby little legs bouncing to the music and her fancy flowered headbands. How difficult it would be to keep her occupied for hours while we watched everyone perform. How much fun she would have trying to steal and chew on Madeline's medals. How we would have bedazzled an outfit that said "Dazzler in training." We've missed it all.
Then I thought, about how awful the weather had been all week, and how I hadn't seen the stars in days, and just in time for Madeline's competition the skies were clear and the stars were out. It made me smile and cry to know that she didn't miss out on her big sister's competition at all. How lucky is that?
We drove to Davenport and all the way there she was chattering about this that and the other and we listened to music and she was wonderful. We got to the school and we watched and she competed and did great. She smiled and had fun, but after awards when the adrenaline was gone she crashed hard. She was asleep within thirty minutes of hitting the road, so I had time to think.
I saw that the sky was clear and the stars were out. Even the little ones that you usually only see in the summer when we can go for weeks without a cloud. It made me think of Izzy.
How fun it would be to haul her around to the dance competitions with her chubby little legs bouncing to the music and her fancy flowered headbands. How difficult it would be to keep her occupied for hours while we watched everyone perform. How much fun she would have trying to steal and chew on Madeline's medals. How we would have bedazzled an outfit that said "Dazzler in training." We've missed it all.
Then I thought, about how awful the weather had been all week, and how I hadn't seen the stars in days, and just in time for Madeline's competition the skies were clear and the stars were out. It made me smile and cry to know that she didn't miss out on her big sister's competition at all. How lucky is that?
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