The dance

When JaciAnna was a little girl (around the summer of her 3rd year) - she came to stay with her grandma a few days. I got to have her all to myself. I dressed her up as cute as I could and we went on a "day trip". When we got to the Shells Brewery Park which is in NewUlm - she woke from her back seat nap. We hopped out of the car and took in the warm sun on our skin... walking around all the paths that make up the park. There were rocks piled up on a hill making a beautiful place for flowers to grow around and over... purple phlox is what I remember the most. It was the time of year for new growth, and new birth. Behind the hill phlox were peacocks. There must have been 20 of them all different sizes, some were babies. The male peacock totally took over my mind that day. He was "flirting" with the other ladies and he had on a "full dress". He was probably only about 5 feet from Jaci and I. He looked at us and then his lady friend then back at us. I heard his feathers ruffling as if the wind was blowing through them making his colors move to the rhythm of his heart. She looked back at him and then at us and suddenly in the back row the head dancer came forward... He was totally white and his feathers showed no color and yet when he fanned out the beauty of the two males next to each other was breath taking. There we were, my baby and I being instructed in dance by nature. And I realized we were truly a part of Gods glorious plan. So I hugged my girl, we both took a deep breath and left them to their dance.