I was on backup singers in church yesterday morning and was very distracted by my darling little niece. She was twirling and dancing and clapping and singing and enjoying the music thoroughly. I love that her parents don't stop her. They let her be her. It's awesome. I love it and I'm pretty sure everyone else does too (of course she is made to sit as quietly as a two and a half year old can during the preaching).
I was talking to my mum about it yesterday afternoon. She commented on how like my sister (her mother) she is and how her personality can't fit in that tiny body so she fizzes. I love that.
I hope she never stops fizzing.
I wish I didn't care so much what everyone thought of me. I care less than I did but more than I'd like. I wish I could be like a two and half year old pretty much partying during the praise and worship.
I wish I could fizz.
|Taking the fizzy little munchkin for a walk|