11/20/08

A Night to Remember

The lights dim. The music starts. The curtains open and there before our eyes unfolds the magic of The Park City Nutcracker. The next seventy-five minutes are filled with graceful snow angels, playful mice and soldiers, dancing elephants and breathtaking ballerinas.

My eyes are focused on a single dancer who will perform as both a Raggedy Andy and a Gingerbread. I patiently wait for my 9-year-old daughter, whose true passion in life is dance, to take the stage. Never mind that this is her third year in a row performing. Set aside the fact that in the last week I've seen the performance half a dozen times. Forget that I've spent countless hours listening to the CD and can practically perform the dances myself. This is her moment. Her time to shine. The pride I feel is...

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