Ashlyn sings and dances for an audience of none.
This Saturday morning she was singing for no one in particular, there in the echo-friendly entryway of the house our friends were brave enough to share with us for a night.
The tune was epic in length, but spinning over the tile beside the staircase, she flung out this phrase that stuck to my heart:
"Jesus, help me to be a princess. Even though I already am...."
That's what I'm talking about.
Royalty by birth, with humility enough to ask for what she boldly knows is already hers. Guts enough to seek help being her truest, her princess self. Hunger for majesty, thirst for nobility.
And yet satisfied.