They were right there this morning as I sat down on my favorite chair. Little hand prints on the mirror hung way too low for decore, but just the right size for the little girl who dances in front of it. She looks at herself in fill length. She makes faces and giggles as she puts on her hats and hugs her dolls in front of it. But yesterday she danced. And I willingly and gladly let others clean up after dinner so I could dance with my little girl.
Go back 3 years and I never would have thought I would dance with her. Three years ago the shock of her diagnosis clouded my vission and dampened my spirit. Those early days with Grace were gloomy and gray for me. She just layed there..in her car seat..in her basinet..in her crib. She just layed there. I asked my husband one day, "Will she be like this forever? Will she be a toddler and just lay there on her bed?". That is all I could see.
Well, that little girl is now 3 and no, she does not just lay there. She climbs on her brother's bed and gives him a big hug as she says "wake up!" She rides her little car on the deck and goes on the seesaw with our neighbors...and she dances. With joy and smiles she dances in front of her mirror she dances, and I get to dance with her too!