Danny Boy and Don Quixote

Golda had an orthodontic catastrophe today and got some of her hardware removed.  After, she came home to finish up some homework during seminary, so I got to hang out with her while I sharpened tools and cut cello bridges.  With the offending metal out of her mouth, she was quite pleasant to be around!  :)  As an added bonus, the fix came right in time for her vocal solo and ensemble performance today.

Speaking of "right in time," I almost didn't make it to the school to see Golda's group sing.  I had to run from my car to the choir room.  I had serious doubts about whether running was even possible at this stage, but I hoped my legs might remember the motions.  I must have been running on some special form of stage mom adreneline because I felt like I was racing down those junior high hallways!  I would love to see the reality on film.  I bet I looked more like an injured hippo shuffling/limping toward the watering hole.  Whatever.  I made it in time. 

Golda's group was singing Danny Boy, one of my favorite songs.  It always makes me cry because it reminds me of Opa, and I can't even remember why.  It must have been one of his favorites, too.  It's just so tragic!  I think my lip started to quiver as soon as Golda announced the song.  I tried not to cry, really.  I was on the front row because the other rows were way too far away after my sprint, so I was right in front of the singers.  I salvaged some of my dignity and Golda's reputation by holding the camera in front of my contorted face so nobody could see me as I wiped away tears like a preteen boy at the Twilight premier.  Despite my own little "performance," I'm glad I didn't miss Golda's.  I was proud of her and her friends.  They were quite polished, I thought. 

The girls and I got to see another performance tonight, the dress rehearsal of Ballet West's Don Quixote.  It's nice when a day goes just right for Golda and Ruby.  At their age, so many days are tumultuous marathons of emotion.  I think we all completely appreciated sitting back in those red velvet chairs and taking in the beauty.  A perfect way to end an evening and a perfect overture to a new life that begins tomorrow!