This past weekend was incredible! The excitement and energy was practically dripping from our fingertips. Having my family and Christian's family here made it that much better, even though I barely saw them in the busyness of everything. Me and the girls decided we wanted to stay in the hotel with my parents since we only had a short night. Too much fun. And too little sleep. Six of us crowded in one room and three of us jumbled in one bed = a terrible idea.
Now I'm back in bed. Sick and missing classes. Because I'm pretty sure my body hates me from literally going non-stop lately. Bruised ribs, sore muscles, bleeding toes, and a new found winter cold. It's like a bad case of dancers-gone-wild [yes ,that's a real sickness...]. But I would still do it all over again! In fact I get to this weekend. Ta da! Hopefully I'll be able to move without cringing by then.
Wish I could more fully share the beauty of this musical. There is such hope in the message, even among its sadness. I am SO blessed to be apart of this inspiring group doing what I love. These are the good days.