When we were little, our dad would take us one-on-one to a private country club for lunch as a special treat. When he took Laura, they danced in front of a plethora of people. Why? There was a dance floor and there was music playing, so Laura wanted to dance. When Dad said yes, they could dance, there was no one else in the room. After they ate and the dancing came to fruition, the room was full.
When he took Christina, she ordered French Toast. Um... French Toast wasn't on the menu. The waitress had to check with the chef and see if that was possible. The chef said he'd make them special just for Christy. Halfway through her meal, he came out and asked how the French Toast tasted. She said it was delicious and by the time the conversation was over, he'd invited her into the kitchen to see it.
She loves to talk (more than I do!) and will talk to anyone! Leave her alone for ten minutes and she'll have at least fifteen new friends.
Her most recent adventure was getting to go backstage during a Switchfoot concert. She watched the show from backstage, how fun is that? (Ok, it'd be more fun if I liked Switchfoot). How'd she do it? I'm not completely sure, but I know she's not lying.
It can't hurt to ask, I guess.
"But Noah found favor in the eyes of the LORD." Genesis 6:8