As I sat in a hot auditorium watching a bunch of kids skip around, it occurred to me that ballet recitals are not my idea of fun.
Then my daughter appeared on stage.
I moved forward in my seat.
A smile crossed my face.
The music started, and my breath caught in my throat.
My heart swelled with love.
And I realized that every parent in the room felt exactly the same way about his or her daughter.
You know something? Ballet recitals aren't so bad after all.
Dinner last night: oven-fried parmesan chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy, corn, leftover chocolate birthday cake with vanilla ice cream