Just a quick update to mention that Gardy is now home from the hospital and doing great. He is eating solid foods again and savoring every last mouthful. I am about to head to the store to get the ingredients for making some brownies topped with Snickers. (Our agreed upon favorite candy bar.) After living for nearly a week on nothing but an IV, he has quite a new found appreciation for flavor. Welcome home, Grandpy.
Last night was my first day back at MSS for Tiny Dancers. It was a blast and I can't wait for Monday. When I injured my back years ago, I used to sleep with a note inside my pillowcase that said "God, I'm a dancer. A dancer dances." -begging for the chance to do it again. Somehow over the years I let myself forget how important that was to me. I used to cry myself to sleep at night and would promise over and over again that if I could get better and have the ability to dance again, I would never take that ability for granted. I LOVE to dance and I feel like an idiot for letting go of that for so long. So now I have to make up for the lost time and I couldn't be happier to do so.
That said, I feel like dancing. Time to go get jiggy. [Side note: I am actually using Will Smith's 'Gettin Jiggy With It' in my 7-9 year olds hip-hop class. It is pretty much the funniest thing I've ever seen.]
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