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Entries from November 1, 2011 - November 30, 2011

Tuesday
Nov082011

{sometimes you just dance to the music in your heart}

 

Some things in life just make us smile. For Sophie it is {MUSIC}.

 

The beat is something that lives within this child. She is lovingly referred to around here as {the happy child}. So happy. All the time happy. Wake up kinda happy.

She loves to hear music. She loves to sing and dance. Not in a class. Not on a stage. Just for herself.

There is not a time when she is not {dancing} through the room, or {trilling} her thoughts out loud. If she has something to tell you there is a very good chance she will sing it to you. In {OPERETTA} style, no less. She thinks that this is a perfectly fine way to communicate. Sometimes, when the {OPERA} is out, she sing songs her message to you in a British accent. It matters not to her that even British accented singers don't sing this way. It is entertaining to {HER} and that is all that matters.

Why does she do this? I asked her one day. She told me that she was {dancing to the music in her heart.} There is nothing more perfect or wonderful than an answer such as that...and so she is the happiest child we know. Dancing and singing her way through the days...

 

...making us {SMILE}. Enjoy today's feature presentation!
{THE END}
 

 

 

Monday
Nov072011

{if you have a lane, you have a chance}

 

...the results are in. The Regional Meet concluded. The results say she will not advance to the State Meet...that she is not a winner. You decide.

 

My sweet, sweet Olivia. She practiced endlessly. She worked tirelessly. She prayed for victory. She went into that meet a champion. She gave it her all, gaining time, yet again.

She swam, and she swam and she swam. Pre-dawn mornings that extended into late night bus rides. Day after day, meet after meet her encouraging attitude coaxed not only her own tired body on, but those of her teammates. She was a true Captain. A real leader. An athlete worth knowing. She was a champ.

She beat her own personal goals, fought off fatigue and weathered the unusual cold. No wind, no ticking clock, no "this has not been done before" could slow her down, extinguish her cheer.

 

If she is not a {winner} than what is she?
Congratulations CHAMP! I love you!