Saturday my little girl danced her heart out. All her hard work paid off. She looked like an angel and I had tears by the time it was over. By nightfall, she had fallen asleep behind me, on a chair in our family room, hair still up and glittery, exhausted from all the fun and excitement.
I always feel so blessed to have my two girls, but to see Lillian dance is a miracle for me. You see, she was born with severe club foot...in both feet. The doctors said that had she been born 40 years earlier, that she would be bound to a wheelchair forever. She wore casts from the time she was 2 weeks to 7 months old with a surgery at 4 months. You can still see the scars where they opened up her feet and lengthened her tendons. The scars don't matter in the least...she runs, she jumps, she skips, she DANCES...and loves every minute of it. Thank goodness for miracles. When I am old and in a retirement home, my little "candle on the water" floating on the stage will be a sharp image in my mind.