Let Your Soul Dance

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Those daughters of mine…

Loved dance and baton…took lessons for years…was one of those things…that kept this old gal and her chicks…busy…super busy…crAzy super busy…

Lessons…competitions…recitals…performances at ballgames…shuttling…waiting…driving…watching…that house of ours…filled with never ending movement…tapping…twirling…stretching…leaping…those little ladies constantly doing their thing…around tables…chairs…couches…toys…

And then it happened…that daughter of mine…takes position in Little Cottage…in the small kitchen space…and nails it…after a try or two…

A beautiful…pirouette…

And that’s when it hit…it’s been five years…five blink of the eye but super long…years…since those dancers of mine…stopped dancing…

In their mama’s kitchen…while she’s doing dishes…or wiping counters…
In the laundry room…while she’s folding clothes…
In the bedroom…while she’s making the bed…

Funny thing…this old gal hadn’t realized it was missing…until it was suddenly there again…those crAzy hectic times…those exhAusting hectic times…those experiences…making those daughters of mine…who they are today…

And those memories…filling the void…when the house…is quiet…
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And those dancers of mine…would agree…