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As I was telling Dad yesterday, I don't know if it's the MK still in my blood or what, but I do love to go places. It's a bit more complicated with the girls, but worth the effort.
We're headed to Saratoga. Well, first to Grandma and Grandpa Bruckner's in Geneva. Then Grace and I are going to Saratoga tomorrow. At the end of last dance season I could tell Grace was losing a little motivation. I don't ever want to be one of those mothers who pressure their child into becoming something. But I do understand the idea that I want Grace to not give up on something because she doesn't have perseverance. So I prayed about it for a while and as I thought about it, I realized that Grace has never actually seen professional dancers. I decided to try to give her a little dose of inspiration. I asked her teacher where I should take her to give her a really good experience and her question was, "How far are you willing to travel?"
"Anywhere!" was my enthusiastic response.
"Than go to NY," she said.
Soooooo, we found out the the NYC Ballet's summer home is in Saratoga, only a couple hours North of where the Grandparents are. Em and Sarah are so excited about hanging out with them (not so much into sitting through the long performances in silence) while Grace and I have a M/D date. We got tickets to hear Christopher Wheeldon talk and then we see a full matinee performance. Then we'll have a couple hours to check out Saratoga before the evening performance (all different from the afternoon performance). So Grace is going to get a huge dose of arguably the world's best ballet. And my goal is to cry through the entire 4 hours of beautiful.
We scored great seats for all the performances--all for less than two tickets to JM.
Ask me how excited I am. No seriously, ask me...
Thank you Matt--for putting oil in the van and writing out directions for me since you know I hate bothering with maps. And thank you for not begrudging us an adventure while you have to stay and work.
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