Tuesday, June 21, 2005


I sat in our living room, watching our four year old daughter in her ballet outfit, twirling and "dancing," so excited to be starting her first ballet class the next day.

I studied the look on her face, her exuberance and her innocence, her pride in showing me the dancer's costume that she and Mommy had bought that day, her dark brown eyes lit up at full tilt, her life storm-free, at least for now, and I wondered if this all were a dream.