Nine

#SOL19: March 23rd

      My kids were both at ballet class, but in their two different classes.  I saw my son's class leave their studio and head into the other studio, perhaps to watch their dance.  The classes become audiences for each other frequently.  But that was not the case today.     

      Dum duh da duh dee doo.  Dum duh da duh dee doo...  A familiar song started up in the big studio, and I rushed to the glass just as words filled the air.

      "Happy Birthday to you,

       Happy Birthday to you,

       Happy Birthday, dear Keira,

       Happy Birthday to you!"

     I watched as both ballet classes formed a huge circle around my daughter and sang to her as she stood in the center in surprise.  They held hands in a ring and spun around her, and then at the end they did some sort of ballet pose thing and she ran around the circle, giddy and proud.  And my eyes filled with tears as I saw my nearly nine year old daughter filled with joy, and wondered where the 9 years have gone.  

     Happy {almost} birthday, K.