The kids had a party for their last night at the dance studio. Games, candy, lots of dancing. Lots of laughing. Lots of wonderful people. I was doing really well ri-i-i-ght up until Miss Mary told them to line up for the last time they would dance out the door. Agh. Last times are hard for me. Very hard.
My lovely Moira put on a brave face for her dance-around but this was a rough night for her. It is hard to remember this is the same girl who cried for having to come to Germany.
These three look like trouble. <g>
Rousing game of freeze tag here, hand in hand.
Watching Tess looking so very big also caught my breath. She began to dance two years ago and stumbled over her own feet for months. Several weeks into it I wasn't sure she was ever going to get it. But suddenly she is no longer round and tentative but this lanky, confident girl in long braids who knows many dances. And I am happy for her, for them all. Happy they pushed through their sadness over leaving the ranch to have this German adventure. Happy for all they have seen and done. Happy that they are well and strong and so very alive.
But there were still tears over here, because that is how milestones go for me.