i’ll be wearing corduroy knickers, a large tunic, vest, sash, and a scarf around my head that makes me look like i should be in a 80’s work-out video. they’ll all look similiar as we run around stage, following my overly-energetic younger brother as he sings, “For I am a pirate king!” two acts later, we’ll have donned our knee-length skirts, army shirts, hats, and will be trying to be very Andrew Sisters-ish as we sing and dance. it’ll be fun (you know you want to be there).

we worked at church this afternoon and evening. as we practiced one song over and over and over and over again i started thinking about musicals. i’ll be seeing the musical that she’s in on saturday. you know, the musical that i could have tried out for. and the musical that i could be performing in right now. in the end, i chose responsibility before even seriously considering the auditions.

for a few minutes this afternoon i was regretting it. i had forgotten how much i love the stage. i love to sing and dance. i love the energy that comes when you step out on a stage and see row after row packed with people. i love the time that you spend with people and the relationships you build.

but you know, in the long run, the musicals i’m in aren’t going to matter all that much. i certainly hope that when i’m seventy and looking back at all i’ve done in my life, i have more to look at than the school musicals i was in.

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oh my. isn’t she just too cute?

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keep the Raymo family in your prayers.