My daughter has an adorable habit of spontaneous dancing. Whenever she hears music -- any music -- she will usually stop what she's doing and start to groove. (She's been known to draw a crowd in malls and at the Farmer's Market.) Here, we were walking around the little park at the bottom of Via del Rey. We heard the Beatles filtering out of a nearby open window . My girl took it as an opportunity to bust a few moves.
Parents marvel at how quickly our children grow and change. One moment the baby starts crawling --you blink, and suddenly she's off twirling around in the back yard. How does it happen so fast? Childhood's score offers no pause, no fermata to let the recent notes fully resonate. I suppose that's part of the beauty of its melody. It's fast-paced and fanciful.
Today is my sweet girl's fourth birthday. I can think of no better wish for her future than this: that she'll always listen for the music ... and take the time to dance.
Happy birthday, my quick-stepping little sweet pea!