We took the girls to a St. Patrick’s Day party at the local Irish association and banquet hall. It is a fun day for the kids (balloon artists, face painting, kiddie cocktails) and a fun day for the adults (live Irish music, corned beef, Irish sausage and chips, beer, more beer).
I stood on the perimeter of the room as a sea of children dressed in green gathered around the stage. The magician would be starting soon. Maddie and Katie had scored themselves seats in the front row. I watched the show from the side of the room, but I didn’t see all of the magician’s tricks because my eyes were fixed on Katie.
I tried to snap a photo of her, but the photo just didn’t capture all the things I wanted to remember.
It didn’t capture the way Katie’s eyes never left the magician.
It didn’t capture the way she would cover her mouth with her little hand when she gasped in delight.
It didn’t capture the way she laughed out loud at all the funny parts.
It didn’t capture the way she applauded excitedly after each trick.
It didn’t capture the way she glanced at Maddie throughout the show to make sure she was enjoying it as well.
I watched the show from the side of the room, but the magic wasn’t on the stage. It was sitting cross-legged in the front row dressed in green.