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Dad snuck into the
back of the theater
and took a seat. He
glanced hither and
yon in search of
costumed little
ones.
There they were, a
dark gray mouse with
ears and a tail and
a soldier in
sparkling red and
gold vest, white
trousers and a long,
toy sword.
A few moments later
the children glanced
about, curious. Eyes
met and the tiny
hands curled in a
wave. Showtime.
The pageantry began,
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dancing and playing
on stage. Small
people of all shapes
and sizes whirled
about, chased each
other, smiled at the
crowd. Delightful.
After the show, Dad
made his way to the
front and stood
patiently waiting
for the performers
to re-appear from
back stage.
Quickly they rushed
across the floor
into Daddy’s arms.
“I’m so proud of
you,” he gushed,
over and over, as he
handed them
congratulatory
gifts.
Another moment,
another memory,
another anchor for
their futures.
Too often, life’s
busy-ness, chaos and
commotion makes it
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