And she danced.
Brimming in sequins and joy.
Hands swaying about her head: singing off key and just perfectly all at the same time:
gilded in gold boots and heavenly peace.
Uncommon she is to me.
But I want to be like her.
The way she sparkles in her laughter when her very favorite song plays just for her:
The way she stomps her foot down for something she believes true:
The way she faithfully prays through her verses and lets them fill her up:
The way she chatters away about the sun and the woods and moon rising:
The way she gets hurt and says so aloud and finds comfort and picks herself up:
The way she bursts in happiness when she has been generous and giving and sacrificing:
The way she loves with purpose:
The way she asks a million questions and looks for answers and seeks them out until she knows:
The way she dances:
She is dancing.
I want to dance like her.
Shining with glitter and faith.
Today, for a little bit:
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She is a joy!
YES! Beautiful, Brooke. You caused me to remember with joy when my son, Evan, imagined aloud how I would be free of this broken body and able to do back flips in Glory Land. How precious to envision it through her!