What Is A Legacy?

To use Lin-Manuel Miranda's words to answer the question posed in the title it's: "Planting seeds in a garden you may never see", it's "Writing notes at the beginning of a song, someone else will sing for me."  This line, along with about 200 other things, blew my socks off at the performance of Hamilton I got to see in San Francisco last night!

I'm newer to this musical.  In fact, I didn't know much about it until Tuesday of this week, when a friend from church said she had an extra ticket for me if I wanted to join a Girls' Night Out group.  Even though it meant scrambling to find rides and places to sleepover for my girls, since Dave is gone, how could I say no?!  Learning Hamilton has been my "job" this week.  We immersed ourselves in the music, researched the story, and watched interviews with the writer/composer; it has captured the hearts of us three VM girls.  I think a return trip The Orpheum will definitely be necessary!

This musical is a masterpiece!  It blends all different music styles to tell an exciting story of history with a dynamic and diverse cast.  It has layers of themes-- lyrical and musical.  It is so jam-packed with goodness, I continue to find fascinating new lines and reprises each time I listen to it.  And I've listened to it dozens of times now.  

It does not matter what show you are seeing, there is just nothing like live theater.  Those first few bars of music that get your heart pounding!   Clapping until your hands ache while you leap to your feet in ovation!  Our Friday night crowd was sold out.  Within the first minute of the show, the whole place was going nuts when Hamilton first steps on stage and says his name.  The energy was awesome.
 
*My favorite song was "In the Room Where it Happened".  I love the brilliant character development that happens here for Burr while he narrates an intriguing piece of Hamilton's story. 
*The actor playing George Washington was one of my favorites-- powerful and commanding.  He just gave me chills. 
*The action and line that made tears leap to my eyes and run down my face was the simple act of Eliza choosing to take Hamilton's hand after he had wronged and dishonored her.  "There's a grace too powerful to name.  Forgiveness.  Can you imagine?" 
*The King George character provides some of the best moments of the show.  It's so fun when he invites everyone in the crowd to sing along with his bratty little chorus, "Da da da dat da..."

We spent the whole ride home digesting the feast of words we had been fed!  It really is a musical unlike any other I know and I hope the opportunity to share it with Dave and the girls comes up before the traveling Broadway cast leaves our city at the end of May.

Hamilton gave me a history lesson, an awe-struck appreciation for Lin Manuel Miranda, a hip-hop beat in my step, a fabulous night out with some girlfriends...and a new favorite meme! ;)

Ella's First Formal

We found yet another thing to love about high school last weekend: FORMAL!  Ella had the best time getting dolled up and going to her school's Winter Formal with her sweet group of girlfriends!

And my sweet group of friends totally blessed us by sharing their skills and dresses for this fun night too!  Melinda, a church friend who did Ella's hair for the play, was kind enough to whip it up into some gorgeous braids and curls for formal.  Her two daughters, who were both former students of mine, were too cute dancing around Ella while we sat in their kitchen, telling her she "looked like a princess"! :)

Some of my wonderful teacher friends with college-aged daughters hooked us up with dresses also!  Ella tried on a total of 12 borrowed dresses!  We didn't step foot in a single store.  This sparkly, maroon one became a quick front runner, but we have several more dresses lined up in the closet now for future formals for both Ella and Delia!  SUCH a gift!!

The night of formal, Ella's group of friends met up at the fountain feature of a local park to be totally paparazzi-ed by their moms! ;)  Gotta capture this major milestone!  They were good sports.  

A few of the other girls in this friend group, who chose not to go to Formal, stopped by to see their friends.  It was a delight to just listen to the excited chatter and exuberant complements of these young ladies.  Ella cuddled up in bed next to me till 12:30 am telling me every detail of this super fun night.  The dinner was delicious, the time with friends was great, the dancing was so so fun, she even won a raffle prize!

Dave has been on a trip to Guatemala and missed seeing Ella this night.  So, I sent him this old picture of what our dress up days used to look like!  It does not seem that long ago that my little 4 year old was prancing around wearing tiaras, tulle dresses, and fairy wings.  But, instead of lamenting the passing of time, I'll cheer for the new experiences and memories my girls get to have and make in each exciting, new season of life! 

The Lord of Every Detail

Dave recently started a new sermon series on King Saul from 1 Samuel.  It's about what is means to call someone the Lord and King of you.  The series started with the story of how God providentially brought Saul and Samuel together by orchestrating random events (like some lost donkeys) to make their paths perfectly intersect.  

Then in the girls' group I lead for Delia's class, we read through the entire book of Esther and marveled again over how God controls even things like sleepless nights to bring about His plans.

Our God is the Lord of every detail.  Nothing is too small for Him to care about.  Nothing is outside of His control.  And sometimes He even makes the little things lead to big, huge, miraculous things!  This was a lesson I was blessed to see firsthand this month with the crazy losing and finding of my wedding ring diamond!

In 1998, Dave used his precious, hard-earned college dollars to buy me a beautiful oval diamond, which he gave me on a snowy bridge in Michigan the night he asked me to marry him.  It's priceless to me and my most favorite possession.  So, you can image my heartbreak when I looked down at my finger, while doing recess duty the Friday before Christmas Break, to see my empty ring prongs holding nothing by air.  It was a student pick-up time, so a few parents who learned of my loss were compassionate and amazing and jumped into a major search party of our whole preschool building with me.  One mom dug through my entire classroom garbage can and was ready to start ripping the pipes in our sink apart!  My coworkers were quick to help too.  It was a crazy day, one where I had literally been in every room of the building, so the search was wide and felt a bit hopeless.  How do you find a small diamond in a whole playground of woodchips?

I went home and tore sheets off beds, sifted though the silt of vacuum canisters, and searched every nook and cranny.  Then I just had a good cry about it.  I dug my mom's old wedding ring out of my jewelry box to make my left ring finger feel not-so-naked.  And I started to make peace with the reality that my diamond was gone.  A month went by.

Then one day, back at school, I got distracted by a conversation with a co-worker and didn't have quite as good of an eye on the kids as I normally do during their free play time.  They went wild and dumped every single tub of toys in my classroom out.  It took us a while to clean it all up, but after we did, I looked down and saw my diamond right in the middle of my classroom carpet winking up at me.  "Is that my diamond?!" I yelled in disbelief, while my two co-teachers started screaming, hugging, and jumping up and down with me.  We were a quite a sight for the students, I am sure!  I showed the kids my diamond and thanked them for making the huge mess that found it.  Funny stories from parents came back to me about how this story was retold in their homes that night!

We took my ring to the jeweler, who reset the whole thing and polished it up to a brand-new sparkle.  To give God further credit, we were delighted to realize that the day my ring was ready to be picked up was the exact date Dave had first slipped it on my finger 22 years ago!

It's a real ring-dinger of a story, huh?  I still can't stop admiring my "new" ring, smiling about its failed escape attempt, and thanking God for presiding over the fine points!