Our Thursdays are a bit of a mess. There's a lot of running and dashing and running some more. There's dance class then a break before another dance class, but two little girls need to eat in there somewhere. Errands need to be ran and did I mention the eating?
The eating is a thing.
It's a complicated thing because while the Big Kid is currently addicted to Jimmy John's, the other one needs something a bit more friendly for little fingers. Another stop it is.
50 miles. Somehow every Thursday I manage to put 50 miles on my car without ever leaving a 5-mile radius. THAT is how much running and dashing there is.
But it's all worth it.
The last dance class of the day ends at 9:00, which is most certainly past Mila's bedtime. She's a trooper and usually chooses to fall asleep in the car during the second round of errands. So when we pull into the dance parking lot to pick up Alexis, I pull into a parking space, turn off my lights, and sit.
Two things happen.
From the back of the car, the soft breaths of a sleeping baby flitter about. I turn off the car radio because there is no song quite as perfect as the song a sleeping baby sings with those soft little breaths.
From in front of the car, there are windows. The windows give a glimpse or two of the action that is happening within the dance studio. I sit quietly and wait, knowing I will see her. There are glimpses of jumps and spins and a crown of brunette curls blurs through my line of vision. When the time is just right, I will see it. Pure joy. Alexis' face is filled with pure joy when she dances.
It's only two or three minutes each Thursday, but they are the best two or three minutes a Thursday could possibly offer.
