Millie and I went to the Nutcracker Ballet last night,
a beloved Christmas tradition from my own childhood.
I wondered if Mills would be able to sit through the whole thing.
Now I know.
Almost.
She did great the first act.
Not so much the second.
Apparently she had to get footloose.
I sat there urging her to sit down and be still,
only to have her respond with:
"Mommy, when I hear the music I just have to dance!"
She told Stephen all about the Mouse King and the soldiers
and how exciting it was when the Christmas tree grew "big, big, big!"
That was always my favorite part as a kid, too.
We saw it up at the Oakland Temple
as part of their Christmas Concert Series.
Pretty dang fantastic for free.
