Revelation at St.Arbucks

So I took my oldest daughter, age 6, to Starbucks tonight for some much-needed one-on-one time together. We sat at a table outside, where she enjoyed a hot chocolate and I sipped on a nonfat (yep, I'm actually losing weight!) carmel macchiato. I mostly just sat and marveled at what a cute daughter I have as she chatted incessantly about everything from the number of children she wants to have (and how she would have to have a really big table to accomodate all six of them!) to how maybe we should get a convertible so we can ride around with the top down on sunny days. And, I have to say, I gave in...gave in to all of it. Gave in to the nagging reminder that I need to do this way more often, gave in to the feeling that this little girl is such a treasure and I am so lucky to have her, and gave in to her request to...dance on the sidewalk to the music being piped through the outdoor speakers. Yep, that's right...I nursed a grown-up coffee drink, post-moderns chatted at a nearby table, and my six-year-old delight danced her heart out in the cool November night. She sat sweetly and silently as I visited briefly with some old friends that I haven't seen in 8 years, and then made me laugh my head off after they left with her very original "rabbit dance". Let me just say that this dance begins with hands in front of her chest, curled up like an Easter bunny's, and ends with a very passionate rear-shaking. HILARIOUS!
Did I mention that I love this girl? I have memories of her when she was little, even as young as 8 months old, and we would get the giggles, and just laugh and laugh and laugh together. She has always had that special ability to do that to/with me. I just stood there tonight and cackled away with the kind of hearty guffaws that bring healing to your body and health to your bones! Thank You, Jesus - I am blessed!