Last week in the car I skipped right over a Whitney Houston song and have struggled with a wee bit of guilt. Silly, I know, but.
We have been listening to a lot of classical music lately. The other day Canon in D came on and as Ivy and I danced to it, I pointed to my wedding photos hanging on the wall. "I walked down the aisle to this song, when Daddy and I got married." She looked so sad and cried, "I wish I was there!" Oh honey, you were there in my heart. That seems like the cliché answer, but it also did seem true.
She had her first dance class today and it was kind of like one of those things you realize you'd been waiting for all your life and you didn't even know it. She belonged. It was her world. And I belonged right there on the bench. This was my world, too. We all made sense right then.
We put on her legwarmers and boots and went to the mall and I let her be the leader, mostly because later on I would need to be the leader and wanted her to play along. She led us straight to the carousel.
Later I bought yellow shoes and they make me happy.