Thank You Shirley Temple.

This beautiful daughter of mine has the gift of moving to music.  

Of moving with music.

She and music... 

they reach beyond physical boundaries and scoff at natural laws of nature 

twirling together

intertwining

until it becomes difficult to distinguish one from the other.  

Ear-tickling sounds morph

seamlessly into fluid, liquid-like steps, sways, and nods.

She is not like me.

I am not like that.

Her arms sway gracefully.  Her waist and wrists too, in coordinated agreement 

with the instrumental ebb and flow..

How can I encourage this so-foreign-to-me gifting?  

I don't know, but I realize that there is something here I don't understand.  

I want to see it blossom, 

for it is lovely.

And I am honored to belong to her... my dancing girl.

Reintroduction of the charming  

Olivia Honor!