It is so fun to be part of the town ballet. “We are billed as “The Weekend’s BEST BET!” announced the dance director as she waved the town paper over her head and fist pumped, “YES!” The dancers shrieked in glee and jumped up and down amidst the hair and makeup frenzy of OPENING NIGHT!
And, off they marched silently towards stardom. I slipped into the dark auditorium where I found Mitch with mesmerized Lucy sitting on his lap. Lucy was in awe as Peter Pan summer-salted over his shadow.
Mitch rolled his eyes, but he was also smiling.
And then, Peter and Wendy slipped out the window and began to fly through the night. Twinkling, familiar music filled the auditorium and …. all the little stars filled the stage.
Twinkling, twirling, and a face full of concentration — there was our little star! Mitch squeezed my hand, Lucy yelled, “GO ZOEY!,” and for the next 33 seconds (and the rest of the evening), my smile almost cracked my face.
I couldn’t help but think that six years ago, to the weekend, I married Mitch with hopeful anticipation of moments exactly like this. Our little star was beaming; so were her three biggest (and littlest) fans.
To my Northern Star and a lifetime of moments.