Half and Half -- The Best Kind

It was another eventful, beautiful and extremely bright day. I felt like I was dancing again, I think that is why I can't wipe this grin off my face, or have happy tears ready to fall at any moment. It was amazing to stand on my own to feet, even if I had a little help bracing my knees and core. I forgot how tall I was, it didn't feel real to look down at Mom and JJ. The floor seemed so far away, and at first I was a little frightened, but that wore off quickly, I mean really I was that tall for years, I was comfortable with it before, why should I not be now? The hour blew by while me and JJ danced around, playing with my core, shoulders and balance. Every time we moved up or down from standing to sitting and sitting to standing my comfort and confidence in my ability to control my body grew. To bend down, to stand tall, to put energy through my legs instead of harbouring in my shoulders was a glorious release. I think the dance felt just as great to me as it did to JJ, at least it felt that way to me.
Then Blaise came, which I knew would happen, as I put it out there, but I just didn't know when. We danced too, but it was different, more stationary physically, but all over with energy. The energy ran like a track between us, with Blaises' guiding words I worked to even and circulate all my energy throughout my body.
I have to get ready for the fundraiser right now, however I plan to write a lot more about todays experiences, to anchor them into my body and memory.