"Yes, Sammy that's your very own scab. It's a nest of dried crusty blood you can pick at. No, it usually doesn't hurt. Little specks of it might flake off, but that's normal. Isn't your body amazing?"
I can't stand that we only see the perfect, airbrushed side of ballet.
Just short of halfway through this, we get to see it without its makeup on. Backs and necks soaked so wet with sweat it's a miracle the dancers aren't dancing in a pool of it.
I am the fruit of natalie's exasperation with the same ole fluffy haired wise men every year. I came forth to express the idea that instead of just some baby being born in a barnyard, Christmas is about the most tangible expression of love being born into the earth.
All proceeds help her upcoming missions trip. Enjoy, and thanks for popping in.