when Chrislyn was seven years old
she stood on the stage at the school talent show
in the auditorium
of Northeast Tacoma Elementary and sang
Castle On A Cloud from Les Miserables.
most of the little girls were singing Madonna and Paula Abdul.
not Chrislyn.
not Chrislyn.
we have it on video tape. it's a cherished memory.
when she was twelve years old we visited Paris. the first place she wished
to visit was not the Eiffel Tower. she wanted to find...
... La Maison d' Victor Hugo. we found it. she loved seeing Hugo's
actual handwriting, some of original illustrations for his books, and
a beautiful bronze statue of his beloved Cosette.
it was a most amazing day. when we walked out of the museum,
they were doing a photo shoot for a French fashion magazine.
after Paris we saw the Musical in London. it was my second
time viewing it. (my youngest brother Jay took me to see it in Seattle
six years earlier...he also hosted this night's performance.)
it was pure magic.
faith and love at it's best.
FIGHT. DREAM. HOPE. LOVE.
it's a mother and father's mantra when you also add FAITH.
Castle On A Cloud has been playing in my head since
the sad Friday in Connecticut. (i don't mean for this to be a sad post
i mean for it to be beautiful.)
time viewing it. (my youngest brother Jay took me to see it in Seattle
six years earlier...he also hosted this night's performance.)
it was pure magic.
faith and love at it's best.
FIGHT. DREAM. HOPE. LOVE.
it's a mother and father's mantra when you also add FAITH.
Castle On A Cloud has been playing in my head since
the sad Friday in Connecticut. (i don't mean for this to be a sad post
i mean for it to be beautiful.)
























