This year on her third birthday, I had a chance to watch her twirl on the makeshift dance floor in her yellow ballroom dress and pretty pink toes with her daddy. She was every bit the princess and he was every bit her prince!
Many years ago, a little girl was an Indian Princess named Tocumtah, Some days she would ride her spring horse all morning in front of her covered wagon (Picnic table with tent on top) for hours until her Chief came home for lunch. Then he would make her a headdress out of magnolia leaves and they would square dance around the yard and have epic adventures of bear hunts, pow-wows and all things Indian until his lunch time was almost over.
On New Year's Eve, Princess Tocumtah became Cinderella and waited for her prince to come home from his Music gig, she made confetti all night and waited for him to bring home the most sparkly paper crown filled with feathers. They would throw confetti and dance in the New year!
The magnolia headdresses are gone, the paper crown is in a box of memories, but the princess still twirls with the prince in her heart...
....Dance on little girl, in your pretty pink toes and yellow ball gown, your prince with his grandpa's blue eyes will always be the prince of your heart! I love you sweet girl!
A special place
A porch swing can = Forever!
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