She Danced

As a baby she loved music.  It made her smile...it made her laugh...it made her fling her tiny little hands and feet. She loved the "Dell song", Colbie Caillat, Fergie, and Louis Armstrong.  She amazed me with her love of music and pure joy in moving to the rhythm.
As time has passed her love of music has only intensified and grown into a love of performing.  Her performances are private and impromptu. She will slip into her tutu and proclaim she has a play.  A sponge could not soak up more than she does when someone else is dancing.  She watches with utter joy and longing.  She imitates and mimics the movements that she sees.  When she is sure no one is watching she twirls and swirls with abandon. She reminds me of a delicate butterfly dancing on the wind. She is so sure that she is a ballerina like none other. Her beauty in these moments is pure. Her joy overflows as her audience scream out of control...her audience of thousands...an audience only she can imagine.

It is my prayer that she continues to dance, but that

O, and when the love spills over
And music fills the night
And when you can't contain your joy inside, then
Dance for Jesus
Dance for Jesus
Dance for Jesus and live!

Five seconds later, she is laughing wildly at herself as she realizes she has mastered the art of arm pit pooting.  I am left to wonder as she runs off to show "her boys" that they have taught her well!

Much love,