She could have danced all night…
If dancing is the body made poetic… then imagine the poetry of watching a granddaughter dance.
The stanzas and verses of her life unfolding before my very eyes.
The soft pinks of where she has been and the blended pinks of where she is going.
The music of her little life in perfect harmony for those few precious minutes…
As Maddie danced.
All I could think is, “I’m in heaven. And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak…”
Thank for coming to my dance show grandma. I love you so much!! Thank you so much for writing that about me I loved reading it. Love Madison
How sweet is this? I have this to look forward to with my grand-daughter and soon to be grand-daughter’s. I love her name! I have a great neice named Madigan.