I spent the entire day in a dark auditorium, watching dance duets and trios and small groups and solos. It was an exercise in music appreciation. Pop songs to classical scores. Demi Lovato to Mozart. In the end, my daughter ended up with three gold medals. Two for group numbers and one for her tap dance solo. She was gorgeous and way too teenaged-looking.
We got back to the hotel a little while ago, and my daughter changed and went out looking for her friends to "hang with."
Saint Marty has officially become an embarrassment to his little girl.
by: Mary Carolyn Davies
God’s in me when I dance.
God, making Spring
Out of his thoughts
And building worlds
Laughing at his own
God’s in me
When I dance.
|God's in my daughter when she dances|