Most Precious Thing

It's my Sweet Niece's 5th birthday today.

I went to her ballet recital last weekend...when she was still 4.  She's in 'pre-ballet', but wants to try hip-hop next year.  The recital cost $12 and it was in an Arts Centre.  It was assigned seating.  There were video clips!  Of superheroes! And a fog machine!  And big kids!  Serious business.

Dear Girl was on the stage for about 90 seconds, as she pointed her toes and paraded around the stage in her leotard and tutu, following in a line behind her teacher.  It was a Dora-themed number.  I grinned and grinned.

Small Town

I was feeling nostalgic, so I bought the t-shirt.

I grew up in a Small Town.  There was a bank and a pizza place, and four churches.  A tiny MCC.  An insurance office.  And a unit on the corner of the one three-way-stop, that since the antique place closed down, has changed hands every time I drive by. My parents live in the house I grew up in, and my sister and her family four houses down from them.