Today was our very first day of Irish dancing at Little Light, and it felt like such a full-circle moment.
Last year, Lyla went to a children’s fair and came home with her eyes sparkling. She said, “Mom, I want to become an Irish dancer!” I didn’t know then how or where that dream would take root, but I promised her we’d find a way.
Over the past year, she’s taken classes with a few different groups and absolutely loved it. When one of those groups had to move out of state, they began searching for a new home — for over a month and a half. Then, by what I can only call divine timing, I found out they were still looking for a space.
When I reached out and learned that Little Light could be their new home, I was overjoyed. Watching them dance here for the first time today was such a gift — the sound of Irish music echoing through our building, the joy and focus on each child’s face, and the sense of community and purpose that filled the room.
It’s a beautiful group of devoted children who love what they do, dancing together with unity, joy, and heart. I’m so grateful for this blessing and excited for all the memories to come.
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