There is more than one coach at my rink. One of them is an older gent who has white hair and the sweetest smile ever. Just a lovely man. On the rink, though, his avuncular air evaporates and he is tougher than any drill sergeant. I’ve seen him working with skaters and nothing gets by him–NOTHING. I’ll call him Frosty.
After my class with Big D this morning, Frosty came over as I was leaving and said “I saw you working on those dances. You really looked good.” This, my friends, is one totally fantastic Christmas present. I am still smiling.
I hope your holidays, no matter what you believe, are full of great food, good friends and plenty of those little joys which show up at unexpected moments and make you smile.