I was feeling pretty silly.

No one at the studio (now) knew who he was.

But when I saw the look in Wendy’s eyes as she twirled about in reverie, I saw the heartache of a young woman who had now lost two fathers.  And then as I heard the last piano note  fade into the theatre’s stratosphere of lights, I heard Jeremy whisper in spite of choking back tears , “Beautiful, Steph.  That was absolutely beautiful.”  And in his affirmation, I heard the sincerity of a young man who knew my dad, knows me, and understands the magnitude of this duet.  Then just when I thought my heart couldn’t take anymore, Jos called to tell me how touched she was by the piece; and while she gushed, I felt the most colossal wave of hugs and hope break over me and envelope me and move me.

And I knew for sure I was loved.

So what if this is nothing more than a pretty dance in sparkly costumes for the majority of people on Saturday?  If anything I’m sure it’ll be a refreshing change from the ten million toddlers in tutus.  Ultimately, though, I know that for everyone who matters to me, this dance will matter to them.  And be that countable on two hands out of all three shows, that is more than fine with me.