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I bought my hubby the Steven Curtis Chapman cd that has the Cinderella song on it for our 3rd Family Day (3 years since we adopted our daughter).  We were listening to the song, laughing and crying, as SCC sung about dancing with his little Cinderella while he has the chance, before time passes and she's all grown up and finding her another prince.

We thought of our little girl, and how she loves to twirl, how she loves to wear dresses that are good for twirling.  We laughed at our pretend play - the kiddo lets a shoe fall off, and one of us must pick it up and slip it on her foot to see if it fits;  of course it fits, and so we proceed to get married.  We giggled while remembering (and somewhat re-enacting ourselves) how the kiddo comes to us and asks, "Do you like my dress?"  And according the script we must pretend to rip her dress as we whine and yell, "Mother!  That's my sash!  And those are my beads!"  Then the kiddo turns around, runs away, throws herself on the ground and turns on the fake tears.  Occasionally a fairy godmother shows up to save the day.

These dramas are played out several times a day.  And sometimes I let out an exasperated sigh at the thought of replaying the scene.  But then I capture my thoughts and attitude and remember that I have this time with her only for a short while.

As SCC sings, we don't want to miss one dance.