Our Little Night at the Ballet

First question you might ask is, where is a picture?

Friends, alas, there aren't any pictures.  Not a single solitary one.

But let me try and paint a few in your imagination.

Picture a VERY cold night, with Reed and Bronwyn and Aftyn and I bundled up.

Picture us walking across the College of Idaho campus,

making our way to their Auditorium.

Picture us getting there a few minutes late, and walking into an

already darkened room with seemingly every chair already full.

Picture us finding 2 seats together and only having to squeeze past
2 peoples knees to sit down. Into seats that were precisely the
size of the average person not wearing a coat and leg room that
must have been spacious 15 years ago to people who on average
were not as tall as people now. 

Picture us squeezing into these 2 small spaces wearing our coats and sitting 2 children on our laps also wearing their coats. Picture Reed's arm and shoulder taking up part of my space. (But please picture me already used to that.  ;)  )

Picture the small child behind Reed saying "Hey!"  as soon as Reed's tall head and shoulders blocked his view of the stage. And the mother quickly hushing her child and moving him to HER lap so he could still see.

Picture us looking down onto the beautiful wonderland onstage

and all the beautiful costumes and dancing of The Nutcracker.

Picture a beautiful night of dancing and music and delight.

Picture a quiet 6 month old baby.  Who fell asleep at the end with no fuss.

Picture a 2 year old who kept saying, "Look Mommy, they're dancing!".

Picture a beautiful memory and a wonderful night.