Do you remember that post I wrote about Libby when she went to stay with my parents on her own? I said I wanted to stand on top of a mountain and shout to the world "do you know how special this girl is?" Probably not, I don't think anyone commented on that post. I digress.
What I wanted to say is, I still feel that way. She is vivacious, and imaginative, and passionate, and smart, and growing at an alarming rate.
"How close Mama?" she said.
"As close as they'll let me Libby."
When she took to the floor at half time, I could see her scanning the audience for us. Maggie and I were screaming her name. She couldn't hear us, every camera holding proud parent was screaming their own child's name. I noticed some of them had even taken to the floor with their iphone's and dslr's. I remembered what I told her "as close as they'll let me." I crept down to the floor and found a place right in front of her and I thought if I don't cheer for her and cheer for her loudly who will? So I did. Her little eyes found me and her face lit up because I was there cheering for her, camera in hand, as close as they would let me.
I don't know if she'll stick with dance. I don't know what she'll do, but I know that I'm going to be there, cheering as loudly as I can for her, from the front row if they'll let me.
Grace and Peace