Being a Believer
My daughters went to their first concert this month and I missed it. Last December, their dad and I decided it would be their gift from Santa Claus. He was Santa this past year and in charge of making the purchase. I knew all along I would not be accompanying them. I felt the sting when the initial decision was made, but I knew I had 7 months to get over it. I also had sufficient time to figure out how I would participate in some small way for this momentous and fun occasion. We went shopping to pick out