My 6-year-old daughter starts Dance Camp on Monday. Yesterday we went out and got her a new leotard, tights, and ballet slippers. We got home around 11:30, so basically since 11:31 she has been wearing her dance clothes and dancing.
She danced in her room over an hour straight. Then she dressed up all of her stuffed animals in their “dance clothes”, and they all danced together. When it was time for dinner, the boys ran to the table, while she pranced.
At bed time the boys came and said prayers and gave me a kiss. She came and said prayers and gave me a kiss, then curtsied and spun her way to her room.
At around 7:30 this morning the dancing resumed. A hop, a twirl, a kick, all thrown in to whatever else is going on. Morning chores? Cinderella doesn’t hold a candle to the routine that our girl came up with. Painting? She has implemented a new style called “sway and brush”. It will catch on soon. And playing Wii? You have never seen a more graceful baseball player. No, not even Buster Posey has that much skill.
I absolutely love it. And I don’t ever want the day to come where she doesn’t want to dance everywhere.
For the rest of this post, I’m going to pull a Ren McCormic (the Kevin Bacon version, naturally) and see what the Bible has to say about dancing:
“Let them praise his name with dancing and make music to him with timbrel and harp.” Psalm 149:3
“And David danced before the Lord with all his might;” 2 Samuel 6:14a
“To everything there is a season, A time for every purpose under heaven: A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck what is planted; a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;” Ecclesiastes 3:1-4
So let’s dance!
See you on Monday.