We were all together in your bedroom… and it was time for a show, a barnstorming performance.

You cued up your CD player… your favorite dance song came on… and you were O-F-F!

Singing and dancing, twirling and performing, all the time saying:

papa, watch me

which of course I was doing… but whenever I’d talk to Grammy or Camden or Madigan and take my off you, you would instantly say:

Papa! watch me!

which of course I was doing, but as one song merged into the next and the next, Camden was getting bored and speaking up about it.

I’m going downstairs

which threw me for a momentary loop, which in turn prompted you to say:

PAPA!  Watch Me!  Keep on watching me!

Grammy and I clapped our hands and said Wooo-Hooo and you were very pleased as you demonstrated your latest moves.

You’ve always been a performer… the other day when you visited our house I explained how you used to “walk the balance beam” on our Great Room carpet while you lived with us.  You’d stay on the narrow edge strip and twirl around, lift your legs in the air and pretend you were a gymnast. You were – and still are – a very coordinated little girl.

Keep practicing Ainsley, and don’t give up, even when others get distracted and people leave the room (if they do!).  Believe in yourself and always follow your muse.