The Lord of the Dance....Hooray!!!!

I will tell you something you would have never guessed about me. Never in a million years. In fact, I really don't tell too many people. Or anyone at all. Not that I'm embarassed....just that I figure no one would understand the passion and the LOVE I have for it... why torture a friend or aquaintance with such gushing? So, you want to know? Hmmmm???? Alright - I'll tell you.... I wanted to be a dancer on Lord of the Dance when I grew up. YES, I DID!!!!! And I decided that about 5 years ago. yes, i did. I saw the show and I was HOOKED. I tell you. I had to watch it on DVD all the time. I dreamt I was the good girl - she wore white. The "LOTD" (Lord of the Dance) was in love with her. The bad girl came along to try to take him away...BUT...the good girl won in the end. HA. Who wouldn't want to be that girl? Not to mention...she was the beautiful princess with the prettiest outfit. Ask my family...well, no, don't ask. Just trust me. I was a fanatic.

And I couldn't stand it anymore and signed up for lessons with an irish dancer in town.... YES, I DID!!!! And, actually, I wasn't all that bad. It was fabulous exercise, as well as SO MUCH FUN. In fact, I would probably still be doing it if I didn't get pregnant, gain 50lbs., have the baby, lose 50lbs., get preggo AGAIN, gained 50lbs., she's almost 2 and I still have to lose 50lbs., not to mention.... no time.

SO ANYWAY, to celebrate St. Paddy's Day, I dusted off my beloved Lord of the Dance shoes and did a little jig for my girls. Not really. I just dusted them off and took some photos of them.

And look how beautiful they are.

They still call to me.

See how worn they toe is? I danced on my toes all day long. Not really... I bought the shoes used and the girl before me was really good. I tried the toe thing, though. ouch.

Glorious shoes.

I will always love you. I will think of you every year on St. Patrick's Day. I promise.

And you can't read one of my posts without seeing my girls. Alissa has her sissy in a sweet headlock hug.

Still kind of dirty from her breakfast (note the smushed banana on her right shoulder), Avery is happy to be free from her big sissy's headlock hug. She may be giving her baby a headlock hug. oh dear.

My beautiful girl... she loves her dolly. And she's secretly dreaming of becoming the Lord of the Dance good girl, too. I just know it.