Dancing Queen

We were awoken not by Luke and his cries of hunger early this morning, but rather by little footsteps entering our room.  Our sweet little three-year-old princess was eager to remind us that this was the day that her ballet class was to begin.  Every five minutes from that point, she asked me if it was time to put her ballet leotard on.  After two hours of this, her excitement was not waning!  She convinced her five-year-old brother to join her in waking up big brother, to ask him if he would like to tag along for her first class.  They were very cautious in  doing this of course, as teenage siblings can be on the grumpy side when woken up to early!  Two attempts, and not a word or even a flutter of an eyelid.   Just fifteen minutes before we leave for class, and Gabriel shoots down the stairs, asking me how much time he had to get ready. He insisted that he wanted to be there to walk his little sister into her first ballet class.   So these are the moments as parents when we stop whatever we are doing, and smile from the inside out.  When we witness an act of love between them, an act of selflessness, and feel the presence of the Holy Spirit working in our children's lives, it leaves us speechless.