It's hard to believe that ten months have passed since TinyTuna was accepted into the ranks of the MSU Children's Choir, and learned that they would be singing in New York City in Carnegie Hall.
The choir is READY, both musically and emotionally. They are unbelievably focused on the upcoming performance at hand. It's interesting, because it really doesn't seem to matter to them if it's Carnegie Hall or Joe's Hall down the street. No matter where they perform, they come in with their game faces on, pony-tails perfectly executed, uniforms pressed, and their hearts and minds set on the task at hand.
This child of mine, who has never been on an airplane, never really been away from family and never been to New York City is over-the-moon excited about the trip. Her things are (almost) packed, and she's ready to go.
She leaves at 5:45 am tomorrow morning.
But I'll tell you a secret.
Tucked away behind the hairspray, the perfectly matching brown hairbands, the spit-shined shoes, the clean black socks, the large-scale commissioned piece for children's choir and symphony orchestra, the TWO pencils, the itinerary and the photo ID...will be Fluffy. The dearest, most-beloved, scrawniest, saddest-looking, oldest, not-so-white and definitely not-so-fluffy anymore stuffed cat.
Because you know, she's only a kid.
And game faces only travel so far.