this morning i pulled my hair into a ponytail, made my ballet tights footless, threw on a black leotard, grabbed a few CDs and threw it in a big tote bag...all after getting home at 5am and falling asleep while the sun was coming up. dance class officially started today.
i went to chinese school early to get my roster, punch in and ID card picture taken. and i saw him. 4 years old, tan skinned, vivacious as hell, curly hair. his name was damien. i've always wanted to name my first born damien. i saw him..15 years later. and i fell in love all over again. a wave of nostalia ran over me and the halls haunted me the same way it did 15 years ago.
yun kindly walked me to the dance studio to open the door for me. along the way, she told me that a former dance student of mine, jasmine, passed away this school year. click HERE to read the story. i couldn't believe it.
i went through my dance session as smoothly as possible, but she was on my mind. maybe i'm crazy, but i was in the studio setting up before class and thought she ran by. i have 8 wonderful girls, unique in their own little way, with the youngest born in 2002 and the oldest at age 12..all obsessed with the color pink, just like me.
i'm trying to cry..but the tears just aren't coming down.
i'd like to end this entry by saying..life is precious. what God had in store for jasmine..I'll never know. don't take anything for granted. Rest in Peace my little angel. | 
