2015: The Best & Worst!
This is the time of the year when writers coast. They dream up their
totally subjective best and worse lists for the year that's rapidly
coming to a close. Why? So they can focus on the important things...the
holidays. So with that in mind, here's my annual look back:
Most precious moment of 2015? This one is easy. It was last night when I attended the ballet recital of 3-year-old Sarah Cate, daughter of my friends Jennifer and Wayne.
Sarah Cate danced, pranced, spun, hopped (she's an especially robust hopper), pointed and toe stepped. She performed at the barre. Her petit allegro is progressing, her pirouette à la seconde is just beginning to blossom but, hey, she's only been in the class for two months. We can only imagine her future arabesque.
Did I mention she is only three? I couldn't walk a straight line at three. And it was her first dance with a real audience. Her constant smile and showmanship were très bien. She blew kisses to her parents.
The grand finale, her interpretation of "Have a Holly Jolly Christmas," had us begging for more. We laughed. We cried. It became a part of us. Look out Lincoln Center for the Performing Arts, we're on our way.